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  Jun 2020 The Young Poet
The uniVerse
masters of deception
taste your corruption
you take something perfect
and fill it with hate
tell me I’m wrong
that I don’t belong
that’s what you’re good at
twisting facts
to divide and conquer
fill them with fear
I’m not playing my part
I’m not white by design
I’m white by luck
and so I’m stuck
in a war over skin
where to begin
with stupidity
that stupid grin
can’t hide sin
I smell it on you
you stink
of fear and lies
they all rise
like a single hive
they all white
not with purity
but forcefully
trying to scrub
the world clean
till all that’s left
is what reflects
vanity
with a pinch of insanity
Written 29th July 2019
Evil is war,
it comes at a cost.
Millions of souls,
tragically lost.

Millions of lives,
never the same.
Millions of lives,
forever changed.

At the hands of war,
there will be no more,
peace on Earth,
is it really worth,
letting people die,
with no reason why,
think of all the gore,
at the hands of war.

Wastes our money,
and natural resources.
When we go to war,
with enemy forces.

War consumes the mind,
and will take your soul.
Like a black hole,
it swallows you whole.

At the hands of war,
there will be no more,
peace on Earth,
is it really worth,
letting people die,
with no reason why,
think of all the gore,
at the hands of war.

Can we not see,
we have gone to far.
War is not the solution,
for all of mankind's disagreements.
No one should have to rise,
and pledge their lives,
to fighting a war.
We have to make peace!

At the hands of war,
there will be no more,
peace on Earth,
is it really worth,
letting people die,
with no reason why,
think of all the gore,
at the hands of war.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
The Young Poet Jun 2020
I enslaved my mind
believing by dwelling on thoughts
of you
will keep you around

~ For you anything
I still want you...
  Jun 2020 The Young Poet
Lilly
His eyes are warm pools of honey bathing in the sunlight they look deeply into your own causing you to fall deeper and deeper into them causing you to fall deeply In love with him
To my baby
The Young Poet Jun 2020
She stares into the mirror
A mirror so plain
Sits and ponders who to blame
Her father who fell in love with a black
Or her mother who fell in love with a white

She sits and stares analysing her face
Wishing she was from a different race
Although she was beautiful she hid from the world
Scared to show the real her

Only once the mirror shatters
Then people will see what truly matters
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