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May 2016 · 699
Guardian Forsaken
Sean Stull May 2016
"I am a soldier, the real dark knight,
when the innocent is in danger I gear up and put up a fight.
Punishing the evil and protecting the innocent,
what job could be more glorious and magnificent?
Like King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table,
I stop evil like Morgana except this is no fable.
Night or day I set out to find,
all of the evil of mankind.
Protect and serve is my anthem,
I have seen more than the innocent can fathom.
I serve to protect my people so evil will let them be,
but my people have forsaken me.
I remember a case so clear as the sky,
a case that has memories that makes me want to crawl up and die.
On the radio a domestic was reported,
so off I went for there was evil to be thwarted.
I pulled up the car and knocked on the door,
when I heard a loud crash and a man scream, "YOU DUMB *****."
I busted in to find a woman crying on the floor,
bruises and cuts all over her with a man looking to deal out some more.
With a blade in one hand and her hair in another,
he was about to ****** a woman who could have been someone's mother.
I asked him to drop the knife and step away,
and instead he turned out and stared me in the eyes ready to slay.
Thus I realized I was staring in the eyes of a ghoulish fiend,
who knew what horrors he could have done if i did not intervene?
Face to face with a evil beyond any level,
it's not every day you meet the devil.
Smiling he held his hands up for surrender,
but as soon as I stepped forward he swung his knife and ended her.
Across her neck went the blade,
if only I had been faster to her aid.
I opened fire and put a bullet through his head,
but it was too late as she was already dead.
A pool of blood laid the victim,
next to her laid the killer with a smile inflecting him.
He was a monster a true servant of Beelzebub from the very flames,
he enjoys his victims blood curling screams when he maims.
The monster was slain but the damage was done,
all because I was not faster pulling on the gun.
The news spread like fire the next day,
but what they were saying made my face turn grey.
I serve to protect my people so evil will let them be,
but my people have forsaken me.
The monster's mother was fronting a mob,
calling me a ****** and a pig in between a sob.
They wanted my head for killing a monster in cold blood,
dragging my name the entire time through mud.
Police brutality and racism causes panic you see,
and media can't sell as many stories when you are filled with glee.
So instead of getting a medal or being treated with respect,
I am a villain to the very people I swore to protect.
**** the pigs and scream **** THE POLICE,
no one ever cares when we rest in peace.
Nobody cries when one of us dies,
people just assume we probably had hate in our eyes.
Funny how people pull race when a criminal dies,
but no one cares about the reason the widow of a black cop cries.
Racism, greed, and corruption are very real in all professions in life,
but I did not see race when I saw the man's knife.
I saw a bully and a damsel who needed some help,
she could not even talk because she was beaten into a whelp.
I serve to protect my people so evil will let them be,
but my people have forsaken me.
I became a guardian to serve the good and punish the wicked,
I continue to do no matter how I am depicted.
There is hate and evil in this world and it inflicts us all,
but we will always be ready to help even with our backs to the wall.
When ever you think every dead criminal is innocent and every cop is bigoted and furious,
imagine a daughter being told her daddy, her hero, is insidious.
No matter the backlash I will wake up and serve the next day,
ready to partake in a new Hell's doorway.
So before you think every cop because of one is malicious,
remember there is more who have done acts that are judicious.
I will always serve to protect my people so evil will let them be,
but God why have my people have forsaken me?"
May 2015 · 2.2k
"American Nightmare"
Sean Stull May 2015
"Oh say can you see,
our land of constant misery.
Where dreams are crushed and faded,
from the Nightmare we've created.

We are born full of wonder,
till our lives are covered with terrible thunder.
Hopeless we've become,
a country so accustom to glum.

We are taught education is God,
but really it's just a facade.
Learning was never the mission,
greed caused this division.

Smart kids made depressed,
over a school system we don't address.
They can't get the perfect grades,
so they turn to blades.

State testing, grades, our lives judged by paper,
so much stress caused, some choose to meet the Maker.
Future doctors shunned because of a bad grade in History,
they are instead forced to live a life of misery.

Colleges and the goverment want only the "best",
so who cares about all the rest?
The man who could fix the economy?
Put down because of a bad grade in Biology.

Speaking of money,
wanna know what's funny?
Our future crippled with debt,
but yet they tell us not to fret.

Other countries' colleges are free,
but us Americans can surely handle such a "small" fee.
The system feeds on our scores and money,
while some of us live on crumbs, isn't that funny?

We start our adult lives behind,
and the goverment doesn't seem to mind.
We have to make the change,
we surely can't be this deranged.

We are the ones who have to fight,
with ALL of our might!
Remember, life isn't fair,
espcially in this American Nightmare......"
this is a poem about my feelings toward the American School system
May 2015 · 688
"Shadows Freed"
Sean Stull May 2015
We are surrounded by shadows of all those in pain,
whose bodies have withered,
till they decay.
Fear, depression, and hate,
these are our demons of fate.
I wish their was a solution,
but it may be too late.
We've become animals of fear,
caged and trapped,
challenged by the choices made by our peers.
Racism, hate, seperation....pain.
Must we always take the bait?
All around us we are divided,
because of skin or how we love,
why cant we just be united?
The boy hated because of being gay, the girl being judged on her anatomy,
this is the price we pay?
For the freedom to choose our lives,
we just sit here and lie,
while others DIE?
We've cheated ourself out of our innocence,
chosen to hate and push away,
is there a end to this wickedness?
We have hope,
we can change this world,
we don't have to just mope.
We are creatures of love and beauty,
divinly given to us all,
can we use these gifts to find unity?
The gay boy saved by a straight,
the sexified girl rescued by a gentleman,
it's NOT too late!
We've perserved through tyranny,
we've rescued those in need,
we can stop the villany!
We are the heros of our earth,
we'll stand united,
because we have been since birth.
Race by race, man by woman, gay by straight, we are brothers and sisters all,
and if we don't come together,
who will stop our fall?
first poem i EVER wrote please leave suggestions

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