Another poem which I have written when I was meant to be doing my homework, time well spent eh? ;)


The Winners

The great big monsters in their ugly suits

Sitting at high tables;

Fighting, ripping at each other's thoughts;

Slashing knives against their throats.

In a sense they were all wrong.

The sufferers lay in ditches,

Crying out for attention;

Licking the wounds which were created

From the whips that had laid into them;

Over and over again.

The young ones determined for change

Fought back with vigour;

But they were shot down for their dissidence;

And locked away for their rebellion;

To join the others.

The thinkers were wise,

And kept their thoughts to themselves

They waited for change to come;

And prayed the tyranny would cease.

Some called them cowards, some called them clever.

They were the winners in the end.


review? :)