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Minuteman
Minuteman…
Who really knows us the persons
who are set to be the unknowns
many mystics have claimed to
know but we are of the real
Can anyone hear, have we also
became voiceless articulators
A shout in anger can hit walls even
bring down a host of bingo callers
But still the shout in anguish to
walls that don’t have solidity
may never startle Doves
Society bigots tend to placate us with
morals while we trip guilt and turn
I say F… it we need our own voice
they don’t heed our morals
Desperate I am it hurts, do we
not know values of ourselves
My pride falls by the minutes.
Review Request (Intensity):
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Last few words:
Another cry from the heart....
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Comments
Roscoe Lane
Sun, 2011-06-12 04:08
thanks,
Thanks Rosi, hope you are well. Minutemen were men willing to fight for America's cause during the war of independence. They said they'd be ready in a minute, i sometimes feel like one of them when i think of poverty. If we had just the cause with the correct solutions for the poor and starving i'd follow that cause in a minute. I'm glad you enjoyed this. I have been rather busy lately and have a lot of catching up to do on Neopoet. Love Roscoe...
Roscoe Llane,
Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.
faithmairee
Sun, 2011-06-12 23:09
Nice Work
Dear Roscoe, I enjoyed this very interesting poem of yours. It is though-provoking and very well written.
Love,
Faith
There must be a poem in here somewhere.
Roscoe Lane
Tue, 2011-06-14 17:56
Thank you,
Thank you Faith, i'm glad you enjoyed and commented. Love Roscoe...
Roscoe Llane,
Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.