No Title. Just Meaning.

People praise the participation, 

But fear the loss of limbs when against discrimination. 

Starving children, yet you glorify world domination. 

And the money is your set clarification 

Of power and dignity,

As you play your community 

like a hopeless and unsteady symphony.

 

Where is your voice when your people have none?

Where is your voice when the wrong man holds the gun?

If you are looking for answers, dont scratch the surface,

The force you push upon us will not bring us purpose.

And we as people do not retire from our duty

To serve the world that we are effortlessly intruding. 

But we, we are burning.

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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