"facists" poems
Don't believe the facists
Please please please
Don't believe the facists.
born innocent, this life corrupts you
from the inside out
"You're free"
Am I?
My thoughts and aspirations,
are laughed at
My hopes and dreams, chained and
suppressed by text books and qualified education
Help
How can I be different on
a planet refusing any change
Ignorant humans, this isn't life
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 6:55 PM UTC
Boba bubbles in our milk tea
Kids in the bathroom getting high
All fashions out in the open
With no dress code to abide
Movies, songs, clothes and parties
"Buy things!" Shout messages to our eyes
Discovering the American ways
From barbecues to facists' ides
Discovering our stance in this world
Making laughter and love on the sly
We'll celebrate our youth as it passes by
Birds of different plumes in an azure sky
Last games with our friends
Before the fall goodbyes
We've got social media on lockdown
Just until our working times
We campaign for people and our earth
Each day we hear more lies
Letting our voices ring out
Under the endless sky
In the summer heat we stroll
Every now and then ducking inside
Most of the prep work is already done
But some college calls still lie to the side
Each day each nation's dystopia grows
And the resistance comes up on the rise
For change, youth, and play are all rising high
In the bright, hot summer sky
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 11:36 AM UTC
Many centuries ago, lived a plastic queen
Who's soul was invisible and unseen
Her mind was obscene
Her heart ruled like a facists so unpure and unclean
Her emotions ruled like a police state forcing the broken to become heartless and mean
A broken, by the name of Jean
started an inner Revolution that spread like a newsmagazine
My cries, my heart will be heard and seen
You can't shut me up, REVOLUTION IS NOW!
I will become fixed when I destroy you, oh my beloved plastic queen
Fin
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 6:35 AM UTC