Come again
Come against
The temple the how is is going
Sir
Like my name
Next time
Aint a happen
Yet im a man
In line
Like how i defi
Ant
To me
Loud about it
Check da mate
King to a cause
You inordinate
I subordinate
Textable mouths
I fed
Like an agent of change
Your minds a painful page
Working on lines
In war
You a charge that can’t fake in
Categories:
defi, africa, age, allegory, america,
Form: Rhyme
en
ter ke
y
extra
va
ganz
a
someone som
ewhere dec
ided that th
ey & they alone k
now the co
rrect way that a poem is
formed & thu
s what it is to write poetr
y to dwell in a po
etic ma
n
ner withi
n th
e realm
of
lit
era
tu
re.
thi
s nar
row-min
ded fasc
ist who wants to be
the one who draws the param
eters arou
nd wi
thin we free huma
n beings are supposed to functio
n within ne
eds to break that see on that little bub
ble that they li
ve in be
cause out he
re the rest of us defi
ne freedom
a dif
ferent way.
we will
do what
we want
when we
want in
the manner
that we
want &
if you
want to
stop us
you will
have to
kill us.
go
od
day.
Categories:
defi, life
Form: Free verse