
What is poetry?
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Why do we write?
Why does poetry exist?
"Poetry is useless"
Well this world is fruitless
These words I speak, type, write
my only sense of light
Our only way to fight
in this distopia we call a country
... Those men stood there side by side
risking their life for pride.
but society lied
and sunk them into a mental suicide.
Terrified
Petrified.
No one by their side.
Alone.
She wakes up to think
"who will I be today?"
As her self confidence decays
What makes this okay?
There she'll lay,
cold, naked on the floor
gasping for a sense of peace
through this war.
Looks into the cracked mirror
seeing bruises stretched along his pale skin
wondering where god has been
his hope gets thin.
hears his mother scream
his father fills with steam,
the shouts become extreme
he wants to intervene.
But he can't.
None of us can.
Society is like a one sided clan
we can't make a plan
because none will work...
So how?
How will we be heard?
How will we ever be as free as a bird?
It all starts with a word.
Then two.
Then the two words turn into a stanza
The stanza multiplies
Then all of a sudden,
the truth is created from all of those lies
we hear everyday
no matter what they say
We just keep writing
our pencils can't stop
our fingers keep typing
We're finally harvesting the crop
of the true meaning of Freedom of Speech
We finally can listen to our hearts
Society can't tear our souls apart
We're finaly not alone.
"Why does poetry exist?"
Poetry is an art
and it's a start
for a change.