Living though this life
like a hermit in the wild
my angers, fears, and sorrowfulness rife,
yet my expression still smiles.
I scream out in agony
my emotional face defiled
my councilor in gallantry
is none yet myself's child.
As a dark dank chamber
beneath the great floor tiled.
While visitors unaware the danger,
think that I am so mild.
I style this my entire life
beneath the skin so wild
the hidden things remain so rife,
yet I force to show a smile.
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 5:25 PM UTC
Never Say its over,
Never say its done,
You don't want to be the one,
That has to go the parents and tell
Them that it was their children who were hit and fell.
Never Forget,
The past is never just behind us
History is never just history, thus
Why do we have tragedies
That saying is a Flacie
Rwanda. Congo, Tibet, all cracks,
Proof, that we must always look back.
Never Say it just happened then.
Even now in a world that contains,
Many marvelous wonders it remains,
In places like Syria, and Darfur.
There are always people slaughtering the poor
It persists even today,
We must never stray,
In memory to those who fell in the millions
To those who **** innocent civilians.
Never Say, its over.
Never say we’ve won
There is never a time it is actually done.
Perhaps there will be a day.
When love will emerge from the frey.
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC