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This is just a poem I wrote for my English class. It's about injustice .3. feedback and constructive criticism is much appreciated.
Injustice
There's so much injustice going around,
Everyone being unfair, can we really trust this?
Before all this, we were the best of mates,
Now, there's nothing but people using money as bait
Trying to get some power,
In a world that's been turned sour.
We're being treated like puppets
And the pressure is coming down in turrets.
Expectations versus reality,
Parents thinking their young is above humanity
When not even once,
Will they say, “well done”.
It's all turned so cold,
I wonder how you could consider this gold?
People like Trump aren’t caring,
Even when their own aren’t fairing.
And a wilting flower
Represents the dying colours
Of a once beautiful race,
Wiped out from this place.
Swirling in clouds of stinky smoke,
So much hate, only thing it does is provoke
And the angels of our world who wanted peace,
Have all been turned into wild beasts.
They try to hide it with paint,
But all it does is make me feel faint.
No truths in sight, it's all just lies
I just want to curl up and cry.
One day when I'm older,
I hope I'll be able to tell the young to be bolder
Than I ever was,
Because I could only hope during Christmas.
One last message to the people would've read this far,
I don't care about who you are.
As long as you show me you have a heart,
I don't mind taking part
And holding your hand
As we make a stand.
Injustice
There's so much injustice going around,
Everyone being unfair, can we really trust this?
Before all this, we were the best of mates,
Now, there's nothing but people using money as bait
Trying to get some power,
In a world that's been turned sour.
We're being treated like puppets
And the pressure is coming down in turrets.
Expectations versus reality,
Parents thinking their young is above humanity
When not even once,
Will they say, “well done”.
It's all turned so cold,
I wonder how you could consider this gold?
People like Trump aren’t caring,
Even when their own aren’t fairing.
And a wilting flower
Represents the dying colours
Of a once beautiful race,
Wiped out from this place.
Swirling in clouds of stinky smoke,
So much hate, only thing it does is provoke
And the angels of our world who wanted peace,
Have all been turned into wild beasts.
They try to hide it with paint,
But all it does is make me feel faint.
No truths in sight, it's all just lies
I just want to curl up and cry.
One day when I'm older,
I hope I'll be able to tell the young to be bolder
Than I ever was,
Because I could only hope during Christmas.
One last message to the people would've read this far,
I don't care about who you are.
As long as you show me you have a heart,
I don't mind taking part
And holding your hand
As we make a stand.
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