Short Gang Up Poems
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Come all freedom fighters
Come all you who are fighters; soldiers and gladiators of freedom
Come, lets gang up and fight tight close
Lets lock our shield together tightly
Come, lets be one and hold tight
Come stay close and fight valiantly
For us it is freedom or death
I knew I never belonged
In this family.
But I didn't think you
Would gang up on me.
Just to take my daughter away
From me to.
Rip my heart out
And watch me bleed.
To destroy a bond between
A mother and daughter.
So you can
Paint me as the bad person.
So you can take all contact.
And kick me out of the family.
Brain Washing her
Into your little minion.
Too quiet, my son
I worry about you
Thou contemplate overmuch
Get out there and do
Too noisy, my daughter
Unbecoming of you
You're a young lady already
Not a foul-mouthed shrew
Too passive, my wife
For this century
Take control of your life
Learn to fly like me...
It's our turn now, Dad
To gang up on you
But we won't go there
~ We'll just bid you adieu
Sometimes I just want to scream
To finally wake up from this dream
That doesn’t let up on me
Just screaming and wanting to be free
In trying to do the right thing
When through time it will ring
They will gang up on you in the end
Leaving you alone to defend
So you are left all alone
With all of perception gone
And wanting to know what’s right
Are you just too tired to fight.
© Paul Warren Poetry
COPLA DIECINUEVE : This Bad Guy World
All biped animals aren’t Men
Some are elves, fairies and witches
Others yet thugs
All are born to play roles given
Time Place Parents Beliefs Glitches:
The fate each lugs
Guys good and bad make up charade
Tug of war levels out with time:
If bad guys lose
When bad guys gang up to invade
Other guys living in good chime:
Charade red glows
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
COPLA CUATRO: This Bad Guy World
Bad guys gang up with God on lips
But place Their country above Their god:
God Bless Patrie
Their god other gods still outstrips
And for Their god they will kill God
Not above country
For good measure they kill own kind
They dispute nature of Their god:
Men take His place
They each lay claim to God’s own mind
And if by chance to Earth came God
Him they’d replace
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Late hours ply poise
Hurl night time voice
A night sky deep
As darkness creeps
Stray breeze feels cool
As slumber spools
Cats roams these streets
As midnight greets
Late night skyline
Stray moonglow fine
Dark is the night
In mystic sight
Moon spreads blue tints
As echoes mint
Cats in full spree
Gang up with glee
Sleep does not come
My verse lines sum
Leon Enriquez
08 December 2017
Singapore