This world, is so ignorant and blind,
"Greed and Power" has altered our lives,
What happened to the will to live freely and in peace??
I'll tell wewe what.. It's Man and his Greed.
Man made money.
Man invented time.
They use this, to keep us in line.
To keep us busy, while they do fuck all,
Just collect the money you've worked your arse off for.
There's no such thing as freedom,
As we're forever in their grasp,
Fuck sake people..
Get your head out your ass!
Stand up! Speak up! Let it be Heard!
Together as One.
We can change the World!
Put it how it should of been..
Long before time.
All I ask, is to open your eyes.
Look back in History, open your mind,
It all adds up, you'll soon realise.
Prove what a Man truly is..
Courageous, Strong, Loyal in his word.
Be a Man.
Stand up to this corrupt fucking world.
"Greed and Power" has altered our lives,
What happened to the will to live freely and in peace??
I'll tell wewe what.. It's Man and his Greed.
Man made money.
Man invented time.
They use this, to keep us in line.
To keep us busy, while they do fuck all,
Just collect the money you've worked your arse off for.
There's no such thing as freedom,
As we're forever in their grasp,
Fuck sake people..
Get your head out your ass!
Stand up! Speak up! Let it be Heard!
Together as One.
We can change the World!
Put it how it should of been..
Long before time.
All I ask, is to open your eyes.
Look back in History, open your mind,
It all adds up, you'll soon realise.
Prove what a Man truly is..
Courageous, Strong, Loyal in his word.
Be a Man.
Stand up to this corrupt fucking world.
This is a short poem I wrote for my english class and just felt like sharing it.
My leaf clings to the tree,
It is new to life,
Pure green,
Feeling as soft as skin.
My leaf falls down,
Ageing,
Changing,
Dying.
My leaf lives on the ground,
Swept away kwa the wind,
Feeling crumpled like used paper.
My leaf is dead,
From green to brown,
Soft to crumpled,
Spring to autumn.
(We had to write about a leaf and I came up with this. So hope wewe like. x)
please maoni this is my first makala on this spot. I really enjoy writing.
My leaf clings to the tree,
It is new to life,
Pure green,
Feeling as soft as skin.
My leaf falls down,
Ageing,
Changing,
Dying.
My leaf lives on the ground,
Swept away kwa the wind,
Feeling crumpled like used paper.
My leaf is dead,
From green to brown,
Soft to crumpled,
Spring to autumn.
(We had to write about a leaf and I came up with this. So hope wewe like. x)
please maoni this is my first makala on this spot. I really enjoy writing.