Voice of Power

October 18, 2012
words that we say

can make someones day

but words misused

can lead to us abused


we fear our oppressors rod

and doubt in the protection of god


we look for those to guide us

someone to rid us of the infectious words that ozz like infectious pus


but we find out that the pain is not permanent

one cut a single injection leaves no mental remnant


consciousness gone in a flash

our funeral seems so rash


we have already paid our toll in blood, sweat, & tears

maybe the river Styx will drown our fears


beaten, battered, bruised, bombarded with hate

slashed, scorned, singed, singled out by friends

our label will always determine our fate

the time of every hourglass eventually ends


tied tied to neck and beam

boom boom falls the chair

i was weak it seems

but life was to unfair

and no one seems to care





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