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Put that gun down
Young one.
You may be feeling red,
But you’ll be seeing red.
If you use that there gun.
It won’t solve
Nothing.
But cause a whole lot of
Dread,
i stand among the people
and cannot help but wonder
how the manner in which we think
halts our spectacle of justice
The year is new but the game is old / Same story starting and getting retold / And nobody cares if their words are gold / They just keep pretending that the worlds not cold / And everybody wishes they were someone they aren't / And everybody says
Ain't given a chance
For romance
With education
Ain't worth living
Without giving
To this nation
That doesn't want
No talk
About immigration
Especially those without legality
Sometimes I look in the mirror
and see myself in fear.
What I see is a mess
and I think of a makeover and nothing less.
Our government, while always great
seems to need the same help as of late.
You tell us to prepare for college
And cram our brains with useless knowledge
That won't help us in our lives
Won't help us support our wives
Why am I learning about pre-calculus,
Society tells us a contradicting slew...Stay in school, mind the blues...The window panes are dry-rotting,Whilst the bathroom hasn't been cleaned in days...The smell of marijuana echoes down the hallways...
Into antique graffitiYou slam me;Books filled with the company ofEnemies and falsehoodsMold me,And them,And usInto mechanized monsters,Unable to breathe,With disparities for
I wear a light blue dress with white Mary Janes and my hair is straightened
It’s my mother’s big day we all look nice, she’s graduating
Graduating…
Damn…
That was Iowa.
Lee Ketcham, Johnny
A great brother indeed
Law, Good ole Johnny
Ignorance of the highest degree
This is a world where we are free
In a world of confusion
We live under the weight of the sky
Above the weight of the sea
We roam this world in hope for truth
But we find terror, dread, and sorrow
I was born into a world
Where people judge.
A world where people can't
Really ever be themselves.
And those who are different,
Are prosecuted with no regard.
The trials happen so fast,
I can't keep up.
