Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2022
She held her son's hand
for the Mother of democracy to see
oh all voices of nothings
avail yourselves of your rights to gob
majority carries the votes
and I carry the Totalitarianism of one
One is not even amused
where better to remind Divine Ordination
One says, you all can go do one
you are all mouths no trousers with little *****

haha......................................................­........Contempt
Yenson
Written by
Yenson  M/London
(M/London)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems