Who Will You Be?: a poem By John McKinley Pride Jr
Word count: 328
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It takes some one to know some one, to be some one in this world.
Your alive and here today, your more then just some one to me. I know there’s people who bring you down they bring me down too. But you know who they are and you know who you want to be, if you go down, we’ll go down together with the world on fire, every one would have known who we were, what we could have been then they will feel ashamed of the scandalous pranks they played on us. They will see it takes two to start a war and one to finish it. Alone in a stand off with my back turned they shot with out shame and with out blame they will never hang there heads, but raze there fists in victory of a death that will make them famous for years to come. They yell out there is no heart in us, our veins run an icy blue. Till they part from this world there will always be some one next in line behind theme to start it all over again, who will it be the demons, the devil or me. We are not all the ones to blame, not all of us are insane we try to find a light in this world so dim only to find those who lie; leaving the writings on the walls for those who wear barbwire as a blindfold; beg for mercy from those who cradle there money like if it were there soul. This world it will bring you down, this world it will tear you apart and this world has no heart. You must be more than this world makes you, you must be the first to shout out loud so they all will hear you; you must be you that’s who you should be.
So, I ask you, who will you be?
By John McKinley Pride Jr.
@12/13/’03
Views: 4
It takes some one to know some one, to be some one in this world.
Your alive and here today, your more then just some one to me. I know there’s people who bring you down they bring me down too. But you know who they are and you know who you want to be, if you go down, we’ll go down together with the world on fire, every one would have known who we were, what we could have been then they will feel ashamed of the scandalous pranks they played on us. They will see it takes two to start a war and one to finish it. Alone in a stand off with my back turned they shot with out shame and with out blame they will never hang there heads, but raze there fists in victory of a death that will make them famous for years to come. They yell out there is no heart in us, our veins run an icy blue. Till they part from this world there will always be some one next in line behind theme to start it all over again, who will it be the demons, the devil or me. We are not all the ones to blame, not all of us are insane we try to find a light in this world so dim only to find those who lie; leaving the writings on the walls for those who wear barbwire as a blindfold; beg for mercy from those who cradle there money like if it were there soul. This world it will bring you down, this world it will tear you apart and this world has no heart. You must be more than this world makes you, you must be the first to shout out loud so they all will hear you; you must be you that’s who you should be.
So, I ask you, who will you be?
By John McKinley Pride Jr.
@12/13/’03
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