I have a problem
I
don't
get
poems
but i'm cool
so who cares

Elephants are grey
They are tall
Baby Elephants are cute
They are small

Peace or dark words that pollute the air,

Observe the Knowledge of creativity and the imaginations for the world to share.

Evolve with the meditation of words to strengthen your mind,

Tome a secret place where you can hide and have your adventure of words to build that you can’t find.

Rejuvenate the art that you create in your mind to paint the world of new life and energy that you bring,

Yoke words that brings people in this world together to reunite peace and love because poetry is everything.

By Jacob Cuadro

Who is gonna be the last one to forget this day?
Who is gonna be the first one to forget?
When all the demonstrations have died away
and there are no news articles left

Who is gonna be the last one to forget this day?
when no more pictures are shown on the tv
When no one has anything to say
and the event becomes dust in history

Who is gonna be the last one to forget this day?
When the radio goes silent and still
When no one has time to pray
When we ignore action we told them we would fulfill

Who is gonna be the last one to forget this day?
When indifference has damaged our head
and the only ones keeping the memories at bay
Are those still mourning the dead

Who is gonna be the last one to forget this day?
When the rubble has been rebuilt
When peace has once again been displayed
and we lose track of responsibility and guilt

Who is gonna be the last one to forget this day?
When the story does not touch us anymore
and the event seems unimportant and gray
Until it happens once more

Who is gonna be the last one to forget this day?
Will it be you or me?
Who will still remember the scars in their hearts
When no one else wants to see

blood
on the hands
of men

they **** children
and laugh about it

don't pretend to care
about white kids
when you bomb their brothers

murderer
you dropped bombs on babies

did you think we'd forget
there's blood on your hands
don't make it ours

it'll be your blood next

Standing amidst solitary darkness,
My heart becomes so empty and less fragile.
Sitting at the foyer of my weakness,
I felt the freedom to forget with agile.
  
I know that the pain in me doesn't last;
And in my heart, I found no sign of cleft.
All of my memories faded and had passed.
Henceforth, there will be no emotions left.

I forgot everything that you've done—
And no, you didn't make me feel dumb.
Now all of my sufferings hath gone.
I just realize that I am numb—

Thou art the reason why my heart is cold,
But now, I am strong and precious as gold.