A Proud Poet
A emotional mess
Building something with words
They past the test
When the impossible occured
They saw the picture
That was painted by God
And try to describe
With majisty and awe
We treasure love
In all of its forms
The pureness of nature
And deceit and scorn
We stand united
By just three words
We the people
Demand to be heard
We shout out treason
From the mountain top
Go barely noticed
And soon forgot
We gave them the reason
And told them the plot
We gave the speech
And then we got shot
I need the world
To hear what I'm saying
Lovers and politicians
They need to stop playing
Copyright © John Loving Iii | Year Posted 2012
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