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#acrosticchallenge D ividing a nation A sking for domination R ed blood spatters and you lack hesitation K neeling in front of you dying.
Playground realms and kingdoms. Ruled by a stronger hand. Money brings protection. For those too weak to stand. They are small and you are tall. And they've learnt to understand.
I don't trust, And I don't preach, I listen to what, The highers teach. They say don't love, So I don't feel, For they mean best, And time will heal.
Wake up and see what's behind your door. People stamping their feet on the floor. United chanting rich and poor. For slavery they want no more. A hypocritical leader took over our rights.
Caught in moments of deep melancholy Nostalgic recollections of days long gone Of memorable times on the smiling coast When People were free and laughed a lot more Before the revolution and the...
Sew me up, Seam by seam. Polish me hard, Until I gleam. Buy clothes, Jewellery, shoes. think I'm happy. I'm in the blues. Make my face, Beautiful enough to stare. I'm not myself, But you don't care.
Build bridges. Burn them down. Drive us all. Underground. We had a voice. But now...It's gone. Silenced. In the. Breaking dawn. Greed. Tore us apart. Feeding on. Our beating hearts. Took away.
They got us locked up; mouths gagged. Eyes swollen; arms dragged. Bloodied faces; bodies bagged. Hearts broken; minds lagged. Orange suits; plastic ties. Opression rules; freedom dies.
He sits there; a king upon his throne. He's a dog and the kingdom's his bone. Like a child screaming for an icecream cone. Hea gotta be the craziest beast Ive ever known.
You can chain me, You can beat me, But nothing you do can perceive me any different in your eyes, Time and time again you put my head in the water, Chain me and whip me you do, Don't know why I still...
Dear Diary, Where to start. What a horrible day it's been. There is talk of a revolution in the country and my advisors are telling me to step down because people are "unhappy".
You keep me inside. Your dooms tower. Next to the varnished cabinet. And rusty old shower. You pull out your wand. And close your eyes. I can feel. Lots of cries. You're suffocating me.
This bitter treadmill I walk, this unending parody of a life I'm forced to endure.
Restraint. How long we've been held. How long we've just waited. For you to see fit. That we don't need to be negated. But I know you won't dare. Let us go free. For we are your entertainment.
Who are you. To take all the time. Away from us. And keep us held. Why must you do this. Don't you care. Do you see any good in the world. Or is this all just a game you play. Using us as the pieces.
In a world so full of vampires, We humans have no say. Highly sought out for our blood, We all must hide away.
Trying to explain another word I just learnt through poetry, a bit darker this one though.
Once upon a time people didn't hate you the second you speak. Once upon a time people didn't judge you by how you looked. Once upon a time people didn't criticize everything you did.
Chapter Two (I apologize for my terrible status of keeping up with this story) --- Dawn sunlight was whisking across the early morning plains.
Oh why can't I be you. Well-bellied, youthful skin and sewn to measure shoe. I wear your cloths of old, never to brush against your suits made from gold.
Panic in Tehran Mahmoud's mongrels’ anger fanned by opposition outraged calls of cheat charade and blatant fraud Swarms of busiji wielding batons beat supporters of reform stun grenades...
Uhuru. I roll the word over in my mouth. Uhuru. I glance over at my fellow mice. We take the wheat of the stalk. We've been doing this since dawn, and will continue until dusk. I look at Amy. Poor...