The whispers in the corners,
The unholy news of the night.
The monsters we resemble,
The fear in our eyes.
Judged for the smallest reasons,
Laughed at because we were misunderstood.
Their bishops screamed with madness,
The cops locked us up,
Just because we said the system was wrong.
Tradition is the past,
A past the future must commit to.
Individuality is a scam;
You must do what you're told to do.
With pens and phones,
We spread the message,
To change the mindset of the old and lazy.
Revolted, we refused to follow the cause they meant us to follow.
Change begins only when destruction follows,
So it's time to let our voices be heard.
It's time for them to see through our eyes.
We are all human, and we feel things inside.
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Points in Time
PoetrySnapshots of life's journey A collection of moments that define us. Points in Time is my poetic exploration of love, loss, hope, growth, resilience and self-discovery
