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Thomas Davies Jun 2016
What has happened?
Tears flowing like a river
Puddling between your boots
Making splashing sounds

What has happened?
Cuts all over
Zigzagging and blood red
With the slicing of the knife

What has happened?
Shouting to be heard
Angry parents dissaproving
Stone hearted and cold

Everything happened!
My lover left me...
I died...
Fighting my battle
Andrew Gale Feb 2015
Obtuse viewpoints, Stubborn stance,
Opinions forced through sword and lance,
Global resource aquired by few,
Position ripe to start anew.

It was an evolutionary error in forming us,
Who would rather destroy than sit and discuss,
Politics veil callous actions,
Malice in control to divide us to factions,

Through fear of nothing we bow and plead,
Bow to maleavolant control and greed,
Voices silenced through censored press,
Undress the rest through turmoil and stress.

Vulnerable and prone under dissaproving tone,
Awaiting decision from somebody grown,
Like children we stand without power or say,
Shoved to the side as if we are in the way.

The world we live in is one of lies,
Of muffled madness and silenced cries,
Of endless worry and pitiless masters,
Forced on a road of inevitable disasters.

To unite we must destroy our borders,
Imaginary lines that seperate and herd us,
Combine our knowlege and minds and hearts,
Share what we know how did at the start.

In our past we have stood united,
One world we stood our senses hightened,
Our magic grew through science and prayer,
Even they were one, like water and air.

Although we are told civilization is new,
We are being lied to as we have been all through,
Because only whilst our power is harnessed,
Can we be controlled by the few and unfairness.

This world is as much ours as theirs,
So take a stand and let you be heard,
We wont bend to oppressive will,
Weather they say its to save or to ****.

Stand together stand as one,
Rise our standard and faces to the sun,
Praise yourself you are your true messiah,
Only like this can we raise ourselves higher
ANEI Jul 2018
They got up at around stop five
Three of them i supposed were the mums
Three kids that looked very bit from the slums
The group in unison scaned their jury
Quickly scattered papers , seated on the floor
Newspapers brought for a routine so daily
Steel boards only seemed to clearly know their journey
I looked around with wondering eyes
As vacant seats shouted from vacant isles
But never did the group once budge
Nor their eyes wondered to the faces full of grudge.
As the kids began their innocent follies
Mr Big Nosey next to me, shot messages of dissaproving emojis
A sprightly kid now came sat beside
The lad saw anger in Mr Big Nosey that resembled a riptide
Now i can see how it will scar his heart
As he grows up worlds apart
From the invisible things that remain unspoken
He would never go to a seat untaken
For every second he was made aware
Of a world and its unwritten divides
All this while i never questioned
You bought a seat, u never get cautioned
But the heart knows too well where its taught to belong
Even in a metro that never stops for long

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