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  Apr 2016 Moji K
Dan Filcek
I thought of my ancestors who had fought
Not for, but against the Americans
What thought they of the freedom Yankees sought?
And what when they were driven from those lands?

I looked over the tartans of the Scot
And was told they were killed for what they wore
I wondered why the world had not been taught
That blood and gore is all that comes of war

I thought of colors orange and colors green
Of what religion has made people do
What does all that hatred really mean?
How do all these thing really affect you?

Coming from a land that claims to be free
I can’t tell you what that word means to me
Moji K Apr 2016
green
the colour of freedom
a whispered memory
a mother's touch

red
the colour of blood
needlessly spilled
a river in the streets

grey
the colour of despair
but a remnant
of the candle's flame

death
a colour of...
it must be a colour
the pallor painting the father's-

green
it seems lost
among heartache, loss
will the memory ever fade?

blue
the sky under which children play
will they again?
for the sky is grey

green*
the mother's nation
birthed of strife, breach
shining through
  Dec 2015 Moji K
Leia R
Her
She can be dangerous
She can be mean

She can be perfectly polished; pristine.

She can go overboard
She can be sad

She can also become undeniably mad.
I have no idea
  Dec 2015 Moji K
Sarah Oh
Every branch of a tree has its turn
No matter the edges or the curves
It's always a story we will learn
Give this tree the love it deserves

The buds awoke and began to grow
Beneath the soil, onward they go
Force nothing and let things happen
Just like life, go with the flow
  Dec 2015 Moji K
Sarah Oh
Hearts are fickle
Minds are unstable
Words becomes lies
There's no truth in their eyes

Words unspoken
Hearts got broken
A kaleidoscope of joy, sorrow and pain
A life not wasted in vain.
  Dec 2015 Moji K
AK93
I can't stand society
I can't handle sobriety
And I don't know why
But I can't see
What this world has got for me

Too many people are here today
Too many idiots in my way
I don't know why
I choose to stay
There's got to be another way

I hate having to wait in long lines
I hate hearing about changing times
Everywhere I go
I can't find
A single reason not to lose my mind
Moji K Dec 2015
typeset soul
page to fill
graphite smear
wings on walls
spinning verse
ink black sky
etched ardour
*wordless voice
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