Solidified as a clogged pipe, with a hunger never sated; stubborn, with a fistful of lies, illegal to be debated; The wrong colour or wrong type, in murder, congratulated; to blacken perfectly clear skies far from where you are located;
Populations submit to hype or kept pleasantly sedated; it’s them or us, all broken ties, arguing until frustrated; So the timing has become ripe, in the fervour you’ve created; it really comes as no surprise that you’ve become the most hated.
From my analysis of your poem: I sense power abuse, and societal decay among our government or the powers that be. Censorship and lies is also of what I am understanding within your poem. Hope I understood?
From my analysis of your poem: I sense power abuse, and societal decay among our government or the powers that be. Censorship and lies is also of what I am understanding within your poem. Hope I understood?
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Perhaps the tags give it away.
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I enjoy dissecting poems and its meaning. 🙂
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