A Cage of Death
Unseen and Unheard
The smoke torches this small world
Trapped, Stuck in this cage
My breath filled with rage, this world hasn't seen
Trapped down in this ravine, overuled by the supreme.
Leaders, not quite,
We can fly free, all you need is to follow the our plan.
Our plan to reverse the scars on this dark, burnt land.
We may be scared by this corrupt earth, but soon it will be ours.
Reborn anew, where none shall cower.
Because we all have power.
We will be seen, We will be heard
We must reverse this ravaged world.
This poem is about:
Our world