Sun rises in the east,
Sets in the west.
Oppressed by police, the people flee
Laughed at yelled at,
THEY RUN
and they come to me
the land of the free.
When they arrive, everything seems great
But the hate boils inside like green fire bursting out of a volcano.
The oppressed persons realize what it is
It's a mirror of their countries again
The people rise up and shout
“We came here for it to be different, not the same!”
These words don’t work
Bystanders still watch
Doing nothing
Finally, they stand
Figures speak, people follow
The fire of a social revolution burns
The oppressors laugh
They think that nothing will happen
But soon, they become afraid
The revolution surges
Finally, the oppressed are recognized.
The hate is no more
All together they stand
Finally they are free
From the mirror image of their homeland.
I like how you used various words to describe the situation in America, and how you made me feel like I was really in that situation, with the protesters.
ReplyDeleteOkayyyyy then.......... Good job on making that piece about actually important. But.... green fire from a volcano? Not sure that what happens.
ReplyDeleteWow, really nice poem! I kinda suck at poems so this is really good in my view. Lots of description used, very meaningful i r8 12/10
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