"If you don't like it, then petition."
We don't know, possibly will never know
Just how hard and decisive,
The hardy and weathered system grinds
Against our friends and family through the sessions.
Only love and hardship shows
Just how flimsy and pensive,
Struggled and tired, we find
Our better halves, Our loves, Our founders and strengths
Learned through unfair lessons.
'It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not...-
The man we fight from,
Come to find out,
"We the People,"
Doesn't care.'
Who thought that this system was just?
Who cleaned our shorelines, took our trash away, Placed our orders into neat little boxes,
Who, all with a smile on their plaster-covered faces,
Who should, no, who must,
Because They don't have voices.
Stop it, just stop. Stop, please, look-
Postpone your prophecy,
Release your reaction
To the terrible system I reside,
Reform, reshape the template,
Founded on the pain of rule,
Only to rule themselves.
In another way, I guess we've eaten ourselves to the sternum, and revulsion is too late of an option to make,
We must fight now, for the love of our family,
The melting-pot we call The States.
(I'm bad at poetry, so
Maybe a haiku
will be better for my point
(Happy Black History Month,
To everyone, everywhere,
Fight with love, everyday.))
-FieryLoveDragon
