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Mitchell
Poems
Nov 2011
Another Question
The censors are in
And the mad houses
Have been unlocked
For the carnival
Friends and former
Lovers embrace your
Bodies and watch the
Clouds billow in the distance
For the background is
Always more beautiful
Then the horrid
Foreground
Not in this hour
But the next there
Will be social
Justice!
There will be a fire
To be put out that
All the masses of the
World can see and
Truly understand and
Articulate!
As of right now,
SGT. BECHER is
Blasting his horn in my
Right ear, causing
Blood hemorages of
Every type and sort
But what of love!
What of pure hate!
What of a human race
Born into INHUMANITY
Legions of snarling dogs
Licking their chops for
The next fix that will COME
But not
SUFFICE
Consumption is a word
No one
Will's to understand
Small has always
Equaled weak
And the born strong
Will never back peddle
In evolution
It just
Isn't
Done
So to abide the wealthy
Warmongers piling
Ammunition on top of
And inside their
Grandmother's brazers!
Is to let them win a
Game they were meant to
Win ANYWAY
Roads were meant to be walked on
Mountains meant to be conquered
But people,
What were we
Meant to do
With
Ourselves?
Written by
Mitchell
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