Fight the tyrants
For all the children
Whose fear leaves them in bed
Can't you see
It's gone to their heads
Forever lost
Monuments in a bodybag
Mutilate
The weak and the weary
Inseminate
Innocent of pity
This is war
It's how we survive
This is war
I can't stand another night
Piece by piece the foundations are cracking
Weakened by the secrets still hiding
We all know
You're a fucking pig
Your fake ass smile
Your cocksucking grin
We'll leave your cold body outside
A testament that we faught back
I hope you rot under this earth
It's far less than you fucking deserve
We are reading 'The Freedom
We are reading 'The Freedom Writers Diary' in my class, and this poem reminds me of it so much. How gangs fight and most don't care for one another. Nice poem!
Life is one hard thing to get...
Thank you
I never thought of it as being a gang related poem, but it definitely works. I always enjoy seeing others' opinions and how they perceive it. I originally intended it to be about domestic abuse and violence, but I like your take on it better I think.
saw the vulgarity warning
So u no I had 2 read it. By pp standards - TA M E. One powerful write! - allets
Haha glad that was a
Haha glad that was a hook-line for you :p maybe I'll use it again to disappoint you in the amount of vulgarity.