Protesting

Wastrels and beggars

We strive

Torches doused

Forks dulled

Voices rasping

Among the tides

Gulping for air

Full of pollution

We set upon

Our own revolution

This was inspired by the protests going on in The U.S.A. atm. I don't really see the point in the people protesting... Nothing will change.

~T

Silence of being silenced

Twirl, slash
let go the sash!
Twisted in fury
sunk in hatred
curl, push
don't make the hush!
see the envy
feel the greed
stealing, stolen
watch the breath, go
sucking, shallow
gulping, desperate
strangle, die
hear the hush.

This is kind of a figurative way of saying being oppressed or silenced from your point of view or opinion is a way of socially and politically strangling a person from their rights and freedoms.
~T

Let Freedom Ring

As my spirit drowns in this world
I hope that my purpose will be fulfilled
I exist to be pushed, pulled, carted.
my mind and soul ripped and parted
shape me in the mold
I will follow, do as I'm told
whisper to be heard
I'll keep up with my herd
Glass engulfs me from all sides
I will have to give or hide
but maybe I'll have a chance
If mother nature continues to rip my Nation's pants
reveal that arse
put us on a new course
I wish to be free
in a Nation ran by insanity.

Inspired by the government and how I feel our current president is making the country not free.
~T

Future

I see the future,
bleak but clear,
50/50, stand clear
most die, some live
systems die, lessons relived
one stands tall,
among them all
giving orders
establishing borders
change means what?
change means this
I see the future
bleak but clear
50/50, stand clear
will you die? will you live?
I cry for mine
as the system crumbles in.


This poem is open to interpetation. I wrote it after having a dream about what would happen if some disaster struck the earth. But some see it as a current political evaluation poem. I am not very opinionated in politics... So take it as you will.