I am from the cold nights that flow like silent streams
Form the sticky summers to the shouts on the streets
I am from defiance, and ambition that burns within
From that blood-curdling anger at the hand, we were dealt with
suppressed. Mistreated. Feeling as though everything is wrong.
I am left distressed at the mercy of the throne
Of power far too big for an individual to bare
That they use to abuse and send their people into disrepair
Yet I grit my teeth and set forth to a land that promises no despair
Now I'm from a new land
A land of hope and change
The monsters that rule here have a chance to be slain
Slain by the people, for the mistreatment, for the injustice
Fighting with ambition for a future that they could fully entrust in.
Only then when the dust has settled
When we have been freed of those chains of metal
Finally, then I can say
I'm from a land that holds no more pain
No more cages
No more authorities that keep us enslaved in
I’ll be from a land that is truly and really
Free
I am not an anarchist this is a poem based on Emma Goldman I was forced to do for school but I actually kind of liked.