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Words


Words, they have many powers, We ignore their strength. They keep us safe in our towers, But yet, they can destroy as well. All in the verbiage of those that use them For good or ill we see their consequences. We look in the news and it seems that every other day We have a new soul to add to the roster Tyler, Matthew, Lawrence, we see their names Do they mean anything in all reality? Why do they matter in a world where people die every day? I’ll tell you why. It is because they are forgotten Sure the government puts their names on legislation Aimed at reducing the problem But it does nothing; it is just smoke and mirrors. Still people are hated because of who they are The vitriolic words spew forth, burning all that hears them But! There is hope! We as the people must stand up and speak We must use our words! Make sure that they are not forgotten. We, the people of America must stand up and fight again for our freedoms It is time for us to realize we are all sitting in the wrong section of the bus It is time to realize that we are being asked to move to the back We are being marginalized again, and this time I will not just move I will fight this “movement” with all of my strength I will change opinions I will change the world Perhaps I personally will lose the battle That does not matter, I will be a visionary I will be the Princip to the world’s Ferdinand I will help to light this powder keg I will change at least one mind I will urge you all to do the same When we come together nothing can stop us We are unbreakable, we are many, we are legion! We are the people of the United States! A nation founded on the ideal that people are equal and the same It has taken time to get to the point we are now I realize it will take longer to get what I want But I am content to wait for that moment I am not however content to let the chance pass by Carpe diem bitches, its time, are you willing to spare the rod, and spoil the child? Or are you willing to get off your ass and be part of something bigger? My movement, the same as a million others, will leave you behind Are you with us? Against us? Or just plain afraid to take a stance? The choice is fast approaching, choose what you believe in We do not want to crush you, like you have crushed us We simply want to be recognized and liberated from our chains of oppression We want to taste the freedom that is tantalizingly close Let your people go, and see how much the world changes, for the better
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HarrisonB
Just so you all know, it would be better to say this poem out loud. It doesn't flow as well just being read, it needs to be spoken and spoken with feeling and inflection. Not only that but because of the slam's rules, I need to say I did post this on my Tumblr, I did not plagiarize it.

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