Bleeding Culture
Bleeding culture shared and sucked
Genocide and how it’s... mucked.
Oh yes I swore, again above;
Though what is it if it’s not love?
Here we are- original
Treated as invisible
All others come and like the vulture-
Dominating their mere culture
For no benefit of mine and land
Evilness and all command
What happened to humane compassion
Some where a long went out of fashion
Disrespect; no empathy
But only greed of vanity
I like to think of way back then
Where women cared and so did men
How my heart sings with glee
The most beautiful culture lives in me.
Though most don’t think and kill existence
Whilst sniffing at my very essence.
Sincerely ask you not to be so loud
Sincerely ask you not to be so proud
Understand , ther’re others too-
Comprehend not all are you.
Make way for people to amend
Such mistakes to be condemned
Words of rhyme and with sheer suture
Only to a brighter future.
Tears they fall upon the ground
Thinking what’s at stake
Whilst others bombard right on in
And take and take and take.
Perhaps its only me, You know
Feeling stripped from head to toe
Open- for the world to see
Once there was and what to be
Perhaps I’m right and it is they
How I think it’s not OK
Considering the push along
Rewinding and to what went wrong
Perhaps it is just fear that drives
Thinking much and all those lives
How others breed and still impose
Damages and all those woes
Don’t seem fair and all belated
Respect is not reciprocated.
Dirty government- impact
Common people copy cat
Rise above and do what’s right
When fixing problems- we unite!
Bleeding culture shared and sucked
Genocide and how it’s...mucked.
Oh yes I swore, again above...
Though what is it if it’s not love?
Copyright © Paris-Maree Boreham | Year Posted 2020
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