This is Sad Poetry but hey, I can't tell you what to think...
No Voice
Sad Poetry By Matthew J. Beard
I saw a man on the sidewalk of a busy street
Waving a sign like an idiot
"Come shop here," it said
Nothing more than a corporate tool to me
You think you’re hammering truth into my skull
You’re the tool, not your sign
I’ll leave you to yours,
Leave me to mine
You made your choice
And now you have no voice
You think you’re a man?
Just an empty vessel
With no plan, man
Raped of humanity
Now what can you be?
Ask yourself the question why
And I’ll wait for my reply
Well maybe I’m too hard on you
What to expect when this world’s going to shit
Because of mindless beings like you?
This worlds going to shit because of one’s like you!
When will you wake up
Copyright Matthew J. Beard 2010, All Rights Reserved
