Lover not a fighter,
Artist not a scholar,
Yearning for a life where I won’t have to wear a white collar,
Mommy what will I be when I grow?
A slave, one forced to live a life of sorrow,
Broken winged bird,
Chained to the ground,
Denied the pleasure of sky,
Wishing to be found,
Found by rebellion,
Found by hope,
In a world where the words that come out of my throat,
Receive a mouthful of soap,
Hoping and praying that things will change,
The kings come to a halt,
Surrender their rage,
Place their crown down,
Write their last page,
A crown forged by the bleeding hands of a lesser slave,
Return thy gold,
His kingdom of lies,
Admit his mistakes, the suffering caused by thy,
For his glistening mountain of gold comes at a price,
A price of flesh not of money of green for which he lies,
Rocky hill of ancestors dug up for oil,
Never caring about the toil,
Oh dear king, have you never ponder?
Maybe theres more lives behind the number on your die?
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 5:30 AM UTC
Lover not a fighter,
Artist not a scholar,
Yearning for a life where I won’t have to wear a white collar,
Mommy what will I be when I grow?
A slave, one forced to live a life of sorrow,
Broken winged bird,
Chained to the ground,
Denied the pleasure of sky,
Wishing to be found,
Found by rebellion,
Found by hope,
In a world where the words that come out of my throat,
Receive a mouthful of soap,
Hoping and praying that things will change,
The kings come to a halt,
Surrender their rage,
Place their crown down,
Write their last page,
A crown forged by the bleeding hands of a lesser slave,
Return thy gold,
His kingdom of lies,
Admit his mistakes, the suffering caused by thy,
For his glistening mountain of gold comes at a price,
A price of flesh not of money of green for which he lies,
Rocky hill of ancestors dug up for oil,
Never caring about the toil,
Oh dear king, have you never ponder?
Maybe theres more lives behind the number on your die?
Another **** post, enjoy.
