My People are My Poem

Kind of like the oppression my poem faces
Some people say it's the same for every poem
The pain my poem has endured is so deep
The hill my poem is going down is so steep
The lies my poem is being told are so great
The lies have pushed my poem to a dividing state
My poem throws its life away like a drunk
And the writing on the walls my poem ignores
The signs my poem sees
But my poem takes no heed
Not notes on the floor
But published books of lies
My poem ignores
Not writing on the wall
But writing behind the law
My poem ignores
Not a song
But the lyrical rhythm of the lies
My poem ignores
And the cycle continues for ever
And ever
And ever
And my poem will produce other poems
That will be told the same lies
And be ignorant of the same truths
And the cycle continues forever

(c) 2008