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I see the dirt and I see the
stains,
the cracks run deep through poisoned
veins,
the marks of a broken nation in
disgrace,
graffitied on the walls, tattooed
on your face,
and I shudder, I turn and I run,
and run, and run…
I cannot, I will not, be one and the
same,
I don’t stand for you, I won’t
play your game,
I’m not enrolling, I won’t play
the part,
I’ll live all alone but I’ll be
true to my heart,
I will not pretend, I’m sick of
the motions,
I'll live off fresh air and fresh herbal
potions,
but be a slave on the hamster
wheel,
that I won’t be, I can think, I
can feel.
I see two fists clenched tight, standing firm. I love it.
ReplyDeleteAgreed, friend Shadow … Much love, cat.
ReplyDeleteNo one wants to be enslaved by anything or anyone.
ReplyDeleteEnough of the games. Time to stand up for true love or nothing at all...
ReplyDeleteLove the poem...
peace and love
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hello shadow its dennis the vizsla dog hay this is wot i say wen mama and dada try to tayk me to the vetnameez playse!!! but i always seem to end up going ennyway!!! ok bye
ReplyDeleteI can think, I can feel - raw real emotions...it’s the feeling that hurts most of all..
ReplyDeleteIf you have a choice free yourself ...
very interesting, a dark subject matter and yet some playfulness in the rhyming scheme
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