#2017 poems on Hello Poetry

CPM Nov 2017

I wrote poems that carried so much of my vulnerability, self-love, emptiness, lust, self-destruction, and etc. that I felt all in that time.

I woke up every morning having bad habits that were difficult to let go. It began to be a routine to go on with my day with toxic thoughts, actions and feelings.

Most times, it takes hundredths of poems to heal brokenness. I'm here to say, in that amount of time, you have grown stronger than the last poem you've written. And when you look back at all those words you poured out so effortlessly, you have not realized how much pain you gone through and survived. You are a healing wound, and your body and mind is working wonders without you even knowing every second of the day.

You will wake up one day, feeling exhausted for letting this heaviness weigh you down for so long and you'll realize you're meant to do more than just fall.

- *CPM

#2017

Harry Roberts Nov 2017

Class Genocide 2

All these people
Dying already,
You can't wait for that
So you push at that.

Despicable.
Maybe that's why some of yours
Have died by falling off a chair.
Wheel chair.

Because ours that have been
Bound to a frame by no fault
Of their own are being victimised.

That's being polite...
Because in Reality these people that haven't had much in Life get it all taken away.
(That's Government)
That's abuse and outright brutality.

You selfish C*^
And fat cats like you.
Class Genocide
that's the hill you hike.

Yes. That's the path you walk
And it's written in the **** you talk.

Hell has a special place for people like you.

Talk like you aim to change,
All you care to change is
Your own income.

It's written in the **** you talk.

#government #genocide #2017 #england

Harry Roberts Nov 2017

Class Genocide

Parasites and their schemes,
Gaia shaking with innocents screams.

How they set up society,
So they could get more
While you become emaciated.

Because if your Black or of ethinic
Backgrounds,
If your disabled
And let's not forget
Poor...

You'll reap more poverty at
The hands of these parasites.
These politicians &
This monarchy.

But you're to short sighted to See.
Weight of reality presses like
The pressure of the sea.

These people born to poverty,
Did not decide it,
Just in the same way
You didn't pick a womb to reside in.

Yet you have the media
Inciting Anger and misplaced Rage.

Against those that can't afford a pen,
Let alone a page.

Because if your Black or of Ethnic descent, disabled and poor,
You're the parasites these
Fat Cats scheme about.
Class Genocide, there'll only
Be more.

There will only be more

#political #class #genocide #government #2017