Protest
poem by:
Dan Miltz
Written
on Feb 03, 2017
Protest everywhere in the fighting streets Applauding, with erected fingers call Gypsy dancing in all the fighting fleets Feeling, beyond any doubt, could change all Stancing and whooping with numbness hooray Without fulfillment re-satisfying Social order in total disarray Faces are turning, never stop crying Yowling fierce, until the deadness excites Tis the fire, that is say, the jubilee Fuels the all screeching spirited lights Thinking, upon the way things, it should be In the end, the challenges they shall face Won't run away, but instead, there to chase © daniel miltz
Tags: Pain, Scary, Confused, Anger, Dark,
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Arch Angel commented:
It's a bit exaggerated. Prostest isn't supposed to be this scary I think.
dan miltz
commented:
I've seen the protest of the 60s and now. The ones now are scary and are not of peace.!!
