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I smell it in the air
It is coming Coming soon Too Soon Americanism You know it's twin better Fascism Take a smell for yourself Media called liers The white “race” being called best The skunk has squirted his scent It can be smelled across the world Claiming crazying things Like the chemicals in the water turn the frogs gays Or blaming the Mexicans for taking our jobs It's not just being resmell here Across the pond in its birth land People are going to smell it anew In the land that was quickly concord It's face is seen around the world All claim that their race is better than the rest Yet, their claims are but skin deep
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After a shooting
Nothing gets done The people call for gun control Yet what is heard is a ban but none What is needed is but common sense For vast majority of us agree Agree on common sense Yet nothing gets done O why our are representatives so extreme Calling for all but none Or for all to own O why are they so ineffective Both politics and shootings Which do you value more You child’s life or mr. Crazy having a gun If the later was not your answer Think of your children And their children And their friends Now what do you value more? Bang Bang,
The shots were heard around the world Every month the call renews Every month we sacrifice our children Every month nothing gets done Every month it is blamed on irrelevant things From mental illness to violent games It happens for one reason Our failure of protecting our children We need to add some Common Sense We need to save the future We need to end this endless loop This loop of murder and sacrifice History is a binder
With all written within Everything that happens From me talking To you sleeping Everything is there Over the years pages rip, break, and disintegrate And sometimes rewritten if they are found Yet most of the binder is lost in our footsteps forward Throughout the ages people try Try to write what they want To glorify themselves Or to hide a flaw A mistake Something they disagree with Or me They try to deny the truth The truth of what occurred They use every tool they can Even when we have slowed the ripping The ripping, breaking, and disintegrating They try to hide the truth Burying it in the spider’s web Yet they erase not well For I can follow Follow their tracks To unveil the truth The truth for all to know The spiders call us Call us to find and rewrite Rewrite the pages After all history is a binder The sun is coming over the horizon
It slowly comes in to view It rises over the land for all to know It rises from a time A time when the rays were never seen When we only had our family and others like us When the rays of sunlight were held Held only for the special ones These special ones are only special For the government calls them so They get the light we do not Even though we are not different Yet we are blamed for For the stealing Stealing the light For a time after the sunset we could still see When times were bad But the moon’s light when away Then we were in dire situation All the light was gone But then a few years later The Sun came over the horizon It happened once more
Just another list of names Just another going away To jail or killed Just another investigation It happens nowhere but here Yet we do nothing Nothing but argue Argue over irrelevant things Then it happens again Just rinse and repeat We are stuck in a loop A loop that we need to end For if it ends not Your name might be on the list |
AuthorMy name is Hersch Nathan and I enjoy writing. I use poetry as a way for my voice to be heard. Archives
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