hard times bring hard conversations


Rot

You say you deserve here more than me
It is your country and I am a foreigner with
Nothing to bring you.

For you it is 1922 who was born in 68...
You view the world as your safe unchanging place
As it was dictated down to your ancestors
You cling to what they ate and consumed.

We are far away from this and hold our eyes
To each other now...
You are sadly far behind us and unable
To see our viciousness.
But trust me...
Your world will soon be gone.

You may cry and sing your song for it
But we will have our way...
We insist that you must be like us.

I want to smack your
Fearful innocence away
Awake to see the future.








Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-05-23 at 02:28

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
WOW !!!


Stan
2011-05-24


vladimir todor turmanev
Yes,arrogant,self-important,and profligate. A hereditary sense of entitlement. Excellent,(and prophetic) piece
2011-05-23