Human Writes, A Poem About Protecting Human Rights

entry picture

You spit "Nay"


in our "Ayes"


to express


your oppress-


sive nature.




Nothing new-


old tea brewed;


spring cleaning-


first inning.




Soul-less laws




human rights,


to sell slaves.




Bordered walls


paved with blood-


stained bodies,


buried below.




Freedom's dead,


shot in head;


can't you hear


bullets, dear?




De "mock" racy


mocks what we see,


for they are one,


despite who won.




Blame the matrix;


no, not Neo...


To read the rest, click here:

freedomhuman rightslawswomens rights

◄ Miscalculated

Motherhood, A Poem About Mothers ►


No comments posted yet.

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message