We set ourselves on fire
To keep others warm
Saying it's fine, but it makes us a liar
Your crude jokes at our expense,
Make our very existence a capital offense
But other's silence is the violence
That helps you wage war against us
The words that you scream
are the crimes that will go unpunished
Injecting poison into societies bloodstream
Your rage and bias is the sharpened sword
That you use to beat us with when you're bored
You use your prejudice as a walking stick
But it does not change the way of its nature
Because prejudice is a killer
It's the sledge hammer of hate,
That you attack us with because we can never be...
But just you wait
Someday, somewhere
We're gonna find ourselves
But not right now
A different kind of revolution
To escape this relentless persecution
Stay strong
Move on
Someday, I swear
We'll be written in books on those shelves
Even though I don't know how
STAI LEGGENDO
Everything and What's Inbetween
PoesiaDo you ever feel like only the saddest poems can describe your life? Yeah, me too. But have hope. It can get better. This doesn't last forever. Trigger warning! I write about depressing and sometimes sick things. Read at your own risk. ...