SonicBoom2
Smash Journeyman
This was a poem I wrote for school. We had to write about something having to do with change. I guess I got tired of everyone trying to make excuses and blaming other people. Although I still need a better title.
With brothers and sisters
Bickering away,
Wondering what we need,
Just fighting for the wrong reasons:
Make-up, music, and cars.
Mothers just rid the consistence off your hands,
As the father looks inside
The deep well for an axe
and the darkness we long to crush:
Lust, lame, and loneliness.
The neighbors peer over to the television screen,
Mind numb, dignity lost, senses gone.
Drab music denies the unjust truth
Our souls created:
Gunshots, heat, and cries.
On knees, the religious pray for
What we’ve done.
We walk by lost people
We ruin every day:
The homeless, the aborted, the convicted.
But then suddenly, a new man gathers up people.
“Blame him!” a girl said.
“Blame her!” a boy said.
“Blame the soldier!” the professor said.
“Blame the middle east!” a soldier said.
But then I stood up and said... “Blame ourselves.”
With brothers and sisters
Bickering away,
Wondering what we need,
Just fighting for the wrong reasons:
Make-up, music, and cars.
Mothers just rid the consistence off your hands,
As the father looks inside
The deep well for an axe
and the darkness we long to crush:
Lust, lame, and loneliness.
The neighbors peer over to the television screen,
Mind numb, dignity lost, senses gone.
Drab music denies the unjust truth
Our souls created:
Gunshots, heat, and cries.
On knees, the religious pray for
What we’ve done.
We walk by lost people
We ruin every day:
The homeless, the aborted, the convicted.
But then suddenly, a new man gathers up people.
“Blame him!” a girl said.
“Blame her!” a boy said.
“Blame the soldier!” the professor said.
“Blame the middle east!” a soldier said.
But then I stood up and said... “Blame ourselves.”