Violence

 

We, put our hands up. I put my hands down. 

… 

We, raise our voice and - - he puts his gun up, but they ain’t the bad ones. 

 

Resonates silence, endless violence, WE the mad ones, they ain’t the bad ones. 

What do we stand for? What do we stand for? What do we stand for? 

Bodies on the floor... 

What do we stand for? What do we stand for? What do we stand for? 

The system will purge for more! 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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