A Job to Do
My aunt works long days and nights
Scouring pages of legalities
To protect each human’s rights
Because she couldn’t stand idle and watch fatalities
Gained from hovering oppression and plight
Yet all I do is sit here and write
And dream of using evil against itself
So they’ll see it’s not so charming in the light.
I see young girls work against themselves
But my tears feel so trite.
I need to stand up and fight.
If I set fire to myself
Maybe then I’d burn bright
Enough to keep them away
When they come late at night
To sink their teeth in their prey
Leaving only blood, screams, and spite.
For that I’ll spread out my wings.
I’ll bleed and scream, I’ll burst into flight
And we’ll see what my passion brings
When it’s thrown into a fight.
Oh yes, you’ll feel the full weight
Of my pen’s towering might
As it writes down the future of a truly free state
That protects each human’s rights
And doesn’t create laws from hate.
There is no clean slate
Though some still don’t realize
That stepping up to the plate
Is an area in which I specialize
So I’ll work hard to earn the legal right
And step off into this enterprise
To end legally backed hate
And modern day genocide
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