has become a terrible item
it is full of small metal benches
and some kind of structure
the kind that lets the rain soak all to the skin
drowning rats

the eyes from every mind
are alone
from the human to the parasite
no difference
all eyes see
even the parasites I think
defo the fly
and all eyes Are alone

a song so beautiful
that my eyes closed at the sound
infact my whole body closed down
it
the
voice
voices
was
so beautiful

of writing
is liberated
ya can seeey wot ever ya yo wont
You Want
coz nigh end ta it
ma hands hold high to Hello Poetry

There is no such thing
But it is a brain medecine
used by all in power
to
abuse

I ripped it away
away from society
away from crows
the human crow
that walks and takes
From the people that
tried to care
but made me feel shame
Ya will never make Me feel ashamed again
Mark My Words

I see them all in the street
Or the land
the ones that have had it all taken away from them
The ones that believe *******
And the ones that have been fed *******
With the suffer and die cap worn upon their heads
Squeezing hope from a tooth paste tube
is nothing
I see them all on the street
Knocked Down
they sit
and die