There is much you do not know
And much I cannot tell you.
There is nowhere left for people like me to hide.
We are being slaughtered
By the ones like you,
The ones that believe we are lesser beings.
You treat us like we are worth less than the dirt beneath your feet.
To your kind,
My people are the bugs that need to be killed by you.
Contrary to your belief,
We are just like you.
We are human too.
And yet,
We are killed in the streets
For no reason
Other than your own blind hatred for us.
I do not understand it.
Can you tell me why we are killed?
Why are we unworthy of life?
Is there even a reason for our slaughter?
God of War, "I am what the gods have made me!"
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In Your Head
PoetryJust a book of poems I wanted to do. Every chapter will end with a quote. ~DISCLAIMER~ With the exception of the quotes, I have written everything in this book. Please do not publish anything of mine without contacting me about it first. Much apprec...
