As a dark cloud, descends upon this city, I can hear the screams get loud, and so begins the attack on sociality, an attempt to divide equality, but instead we choose to stick together, to battle the stormy weather, throughout history, we've stood as one, and despite one's attempts to pour misery, we'll always rise, just like the sun.
It seems their trying to start a war, but i really must ask what for?
All i'm asking for, is for everyone to spare a thought, for the ones we've lost, thanks to this evil slaying, at what cost, is this message conveying?
The cost of lives is your answer, but out of all of us, who will be the chancer? The one to answer the call, the one to take action?
As this city begins to fall, who's the one to balance it all? To mend it, and put things right, before this nation starts to split, and we all disappear, into the darkest of nights, filled with anger, led by fear, tell me, who's going to answer the call? To set us free, before we start to crawl, as we watch our city fall, all because we were frightened to answer the call, and failed to give our all.
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This Is Your Voice
PoetryA selection of poetry, that I have written from the last three years. An anthology of my poems from the last three years, which I have put together, for everyone to enjoy, about survival, love, heartbreak and pain, and my own experiences in life. ...
