Necessity

Sun, 05/07/2017 - 21:18 -- Keldin

Some may fear the damage

Of a shattered window and a burning car

But glass is not flesh

And cars are not people

 

My life is not property

I will not be bought nor sold

Nor traded for another

I will not be put on a shelf to gather dust

You cannot rent me for a day

To show off to your so-called friends

And return me to another hand

That feeds me the same saccharine lies

 

And when I am cut, I will bleed

And my blood will stain your guilty hands

To mark you as the one who stands

Above all else, above all those

Who suffer, begging at your feet

 

“Beg for scraps, or you will starve”

Is the message in your glare

When you look down upon us

Like we are less than the air

We dare to breathe

 

For the land of the free and the home of the brave

Is the dwelling of greed and the blindly enslaved

 

And we have many sins to bear

Despite all the lies we weave

Until we resist together,

There is no escape from this web of deceit

 

Blood was not meant to be shed

We were not born to suffer

So why is it necessary

That we ignore those who bleed?

 

The memory of loss cannot be erased

It may be stifled, but never forgotten

But grief is for another time

Today, we go to war

 

Our hands are not tied, as some claim;

With clenched fists held high, we will rise

We will rise for the sake of the future

We will rise in

the name of the past

 

Some may fear the sound

Of a crowd in protest or a siren’s call

But we are together

And they will not silence us

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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