A little disclaimer (and reminder) that you are responsible for the way you react upon reading my poems. The date they were put in here was not the day they were made, and once we go toward the other side, our talents become our assets, as our submission is part of what we are.
Submission
You're born from the womb,
You may die in a tomb,
Just don't go too soon,
They've got plans for you.
Raised as a child,
Some placed into faith,
Where we will go,
But to remain the same.
Our parent's product,
We shall remain
Still torn apart,
Maimed from disdain.
Just and noble,
Delusions grandeur,
Struck once, then twice,
Forced to submit.
Through and through,
Our spirits endure,
Barred in our passage,
Weakened to submit.
The ocean, the stars,
Their beauty and grace,
They're all here,
Submit to change.
Where will you go,
Where will you run?
Now that your home,
Is all but done?
[We've just begun,
Where will it end?
How will we pace,
our selfish trend?]
"Have you lost your mind?
Where have you been?
You were always here,
Born to submit."
[EDIT] Please don't take this as instigation.
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