As a newcomer
To this premier
Website for
poesía,
I
Get
Motion
Sick
Ness.
From seeing
The disdain
And despise.
Seeing other
Poets young
Old, couraged
Bold, happy,
Molds in
Their prime. Get bullied by other bullies.
By fanatics who ****
And maim, while their
Heads are held up in shame.
With a halo of pain
Murdering one
Another.
I seemed to have forgotten
Aren't we sisters
And poetic brothers,
Yet giving hatred
For hatred!
Not healing
Its
Wounds.
I believe in a powerful
God who loves, not based
On a theory of Darwinian
Baboons.
Message not clear
To
You. We are indistinguishable.
With the same red flowing through our arms.
Hearts that beat
With homes
Alarms.
Some drive cars
Others can't afford them.
Some have high class suits
Some are poor,
Some handle food
Some open doors.
Some journey
I want to explore.
To the point
The
malefactor and villain
Is not the ones you
Choose to
Make smaller. You only make them BIGGER
As your size
Capsulates as a pea to the wind.
Your the same you killer of poetic flame!
YOU ARE THEM.
So stop Killing
With words
Of no
Knowledge.
Start shaking hands
Saying good Job
Poetic muse
Of earth wind.
As you slay
And think -hey-
Maybe today I won the fight.
Always
Remember
You ****** yourself
Slowly
And that piles
Night by night.
Breaking silence on the sickness I see in a place. Where we all talk about peace, yet there are only few select peace makers here. So stop this clownery and make **** peace! We claim were humans start acting as such
