Who
Who...
Am I.
Am I who I am?
or, who I want to be?
The difference is in me.
Night and day,
not the color of my skin,
or the way I intend,
but the way that I am,
and will be.
I represent me.
More than that,
I am us.
We together are who we are.
We can be bad or good,
hands to heaven or feet to hell.
The difference...
the simple ring of a bell.
Stomping the weak,
that want to speak,
or romping through the grass,
giving criminals a pass.
We need to do better,
or we will be made less, by the few,
that hate the all.
Watchers on the sidelines.
Good men of good breeding.
They are high, and mighty,
and have no known faults.
They have made sure to bribe,
or even own to the bone...
all descenters,
the decliners' with a pen, and paper.
It is a rapier wit they have.
Many laugh at the party
because they have not realized
they too are part of the meal,
so feel as you like...
but dinner is about to be served.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
