Saturday, May 16, 2015

Proper Title by Matthew Ciaramitaro

Proper TItle
Trapped in the broken system.
Order is spoken listen.
Slaves we are and children.
It’s awkward when written.

The revolution is underway,
Things will change from night to day.
The grip they have will soon slip away.

Tonight’s the night.
It’s our crowning moment.

No more oppression. Freedom has come. Our sweet sorrow is over and peace will last forever.

The gangs have taken over.
The violence is beginning.

We were supposed to seize the day,
But now we jump into piles of hay
Else I fear in piles we will soon lay.

Without order chaos.
Winning losers makes us.
Dictators never last.
Trapped in the broken system.

Whenever you break out you will be reined back in.

Only so much freedom may be taken, before all of it is taken.

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