December 8th, 2006
Revolutionary Poetry
I want to
Start a revolution
revolving around this song
but revolution rebelled against me
and left me by the wayside
along with this book of
heartaches and heartbreaks
and a broken #2 pencil
My family asks why
I hate so much
and why I see
darkness everywhere
and they don't belive
me when I say
That I just see the
things they refuse to belive
They refuse to belive
that they are dying under the artificial light in their homes
They refuse to belive
that the more trees they cut down
to burnwhile they make new
places to live in their wake
is slowly suffocating them
They refuse to belive
that they can't always make things better
but usually they make things worse
because whether they admit it or not
their superior motive is greed
They think I'm insane
when I say that
at the rate we're goin'
the worlds goin' to hell anyways,
so why bother tryin' to save yourself
when you're screwed anyways.
They don't listen
when I say
that eveything is not as it seems.
All of this is because I'm a teen.
Feel free to Comment. Critiques are smiled on. 3nodding
