There's a new law in town
Not made by those in black gowns
But by old senators who are white, never brown
Attacking upon the freedom of life itself
All they do is think about self
Something like this ought to remain in the shelf
But no, an unwanted life won over choice
Even if her eyes were moist
Even if no one was there to rejoice
The sound of that cute little noise
Thrown among the unemployed
Out there alone in the void
Or with parents of love devoid
And what will they say, too bad you couldn't avoid?
They think that humans are machines
That one life is not enough to waste, so make it in threes
If we go against them, its "hands up and freeze"
A democracy where now one won't feel free
From the iron-hand rule of the empire of Kree
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Random poems
PoetrySong-like poems made mainly for the fun rhyming effect than anything else. No deep meanings, no complicated and flowery language; just good-old random poems.
