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Ilya Molotov Jun 2017
Can i feed you, when youre hungry
Can i calm you, when youre angry
Can i heal and keep it real
Can i be rich and say, poverty is my pride?
I see roses dying, children growing up and dying
Beautifull men going down the drain
Pure hearts turning vain
Washed down with rain
As if it never happened
Can i turn coal into gold?
And turn poison into water of life?
I will not battle, because i dont accept you as a monster
I shall not opose evil, and feed it
I shall not rely on anything to need it
Feel me like something out of this world
Something not from this mold
Something you never thought of  
I am new kind of force
Not going with rythms of human heart
Im my own art
seeing foolishness in what you think is very important
I had a dream they were going to steal from me
The people i talk to listen to hear
I had fear i was hiding out
Had a bunch of people shouting out telling me to leave
I didnt have sleeves i was in my work clothes that i chose
I felt i wanted to quit becuase i opose a threat
Three stories tall i was in the second floor they kept asking more from me
Walked up sat on the stairs without a care
Someone called my name but it was the same as another kids

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