Tired

By Damien Knight

I’m tired, tired of the death
Of the spread of blood
Tired of the gunshots
Taking those beloved
Early to their graves
I’m tired of thought and prayers
That don’t save
The innocents lost
I’m tired
But nothing is done
Because who cares the cost
Take our guns,
Our freedom they shriek
What about the church
The praying meek
Their freedom less than?
But I’m tired
Of this being our stance
Do we not care?
What of the children?
The weeping moms
When, when
Did we despise youth
That a school shooting, ignored
I’m tired of terror
Being dismissed
But most of all
I’m just tired of all this!

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World of Hate

By Damien Knight

A delight in the eyes
A pleasure to the taste
Are your sordid lies
Of vile hate
The masses eat it
Gobble like wasted children
Eating their own shit
Such awful men
This world is filled out
With bitter jealousy
Ignorance that shouts
Hate them don’t look at me
They are other, disgust
In their voices they cry
Spite and mistrust
They believe your lies
And I rage and rage
Against this world of hate
Fighting the cage
That feels like fate

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Against the Politician 

By Damien Knight  Getting rich off others misery Slay the poor and feed your greed You spare no pity for common man And I would spare you no sympathy / Delighting in human suffering You feed on others worth I see it in your eyes, no remorse For the darkness you bring / You claim to be our freedom But you’re rope is our binds You placate the people  With half truths and colourful lies / But I see…

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Against the Politician 

By Damien Knight 
Getting rich off others misery

Slay the poor and feed your greed

You spare no pity for common man

And I would spare you no sympathy

/

Delighting in human suffering

You feed on others worth

I see it in your eyes, no remorse

For the darkness you bring

/

You claim to be our freedom

But you’re rope is our binds

You placate the people 

With half truths and colourful lies

/

But I see through your game

The people won’t stand by

And watch rights strip away

In this generation we demand change

/

We strip off your words

And deny your bigotry

We will be our own freedom

We will rise from poverty