World
of great and plenty.
Our
friend’s been beaten,
But
we’re here till tank’s on empty.
Get
ready for some fightin’ words.
You
know that’s where we’re strong.
Can’t
believe you thought
You
could do us this great wrong.
Take
away what gives us light,
We’ll
meet you at the door.
We’re
a team that’s gettin’ mean
And
ready for this war.
We’re
not the type to use our fists,
So
listen carefully.
We’ll
protest loud and proud and strong
To
fight this wicked plea.
Can’t
shut us out, can’t shut us up,
We’re
here to speak our minds.
All
we want from you “dear” friend is
T’
stop being so damn blind.
You’re
ready, oh, so ready to
Snatch
the dreams inside our heads;
Rip
out imaginations and
Fill
us up with dread.
You’re
takin’ away a part of us,
The
part we carry dear,
And
our hearts will never be the same.
We
know that this is clear.
But
we’ll keep fightin’ faithfully
Until
our voices break.
Try
to quiet us down now,
We’ll
make the cracked ground shake.
But
when your power triumphs
Remember
pain you’ve caused
To
a team of poets, actors, artists,
Weeping
silently at their loss.
*This
may not be the best poem I’ve written, but something personal of mine was being
attacked at the time, and I had to put my emotions down on paper.
