riot:
the child's crying while politicians sigh;
the adults are lying to themselves and
so the people might abide,
but they know that we're dying -
and the story? we're not buying.
. . .
triumph:
under the sun, you think you've won.
but war isn't over and it isn't any fun.
carrying your gun like an ego - you ninny!
you should be shunned!
. . .
your devastation is not an improved creation.
don't be hypocritical - i'm not just being cynical.
YOU ARE READING
the Angry Girl
Poetrysome things are better off unsaid but they were tossed in my head so i decided to scream. Original content. Lowercase intended throughout the book. Previously titled "Tossed Thoughts". Highest Rank: 4 in Poem, Poetry
