In their minds,the world is black.
In their hearts are only despair.
In our minds we think it's unfair.
They can rebel, yet our own creativity can't dwell.
So we don't condemn mistreating them.
They grew more bitter, yet changing our actions, we did not consider.
So they knew something they must do,is **** us all.
Since we wouldn't stop at all.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 7:44 PM UTC
In their minds,the world is black.
In their hearts are only despair.
In our minds we think it's unfair.
They can rebel, yet our own creativity can't dwell.
So we don't condemn mistreating them.
They grew more bitter, yet changing our actions, we did not consider.
So they knew something they must do,is **** us all.
Since we wouldn't stop at all.
Request permission to use this poem