![]() MetamorphosisA Poem by nyiChanting the propaganda which incites murder We march on while our big uniforms trapping us Color blinded by the real arms of grey and black The fluid that comes out when we shot someone Is not blood but a waste trapped inside the body Instead of drowning inside the fantasy of colorful toys We would rather be oblivious about it for our vendetta In order to delude ourselves that we may be little but powerful And need no protection by family who are not here May our innocence be blown up in the air when the time comes From the neglect of people's tendency towards empathy For we have been metamorphosed into creepiness
Nyi 6.7.2012 © 2012 nyiReviews
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