This Won't Make Sense
This means we can’t scream.
And not screaming means not being heard
Not being heard means not being saved
Not that they care enough… I mean they left us to rot
If it wasn’t for them, would I even be writing these words?
These closed up words which don’t have to look like I’m screaming
Because Otherwise I would pay for that
They are supermen yes but at which price?
Is public bloodshed any different from silent murder?
The last time I heard, all the victims end up in graves
Innocent or not they all deserve to live
Who are you to take away their lives?
Of course I won’t ask you to put yourself in their shoes
Can I?
No. of course no.
This doesn’t even make sense
Bu you see, it’s always been this way
She got to stay silent
Again, this won’t make sense until its end
If ever there’s an end to this,
Let’s hope it’s a good one.
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.