Kriss Bailey Poems

How I soar,
On broken wings of black and white,
Black, white and red,
Twisted by hatred,
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You don’t have the right,
To stand there and dictate to us,
Your there to protect, to guide us,
Not steal, break or squash.
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Jack be happy,
Jack be sad,
To spoil a life,
Anger and mad.
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I am deceased.
We are to depart.
Life has expired.
A story has finished.
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Can you feel it?
The flames licking up the walls,
Smoke, black as your heart rising,
Choking the very soul from your lungs.
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And now it has happened
I am now the creature
Which I solely detest,
This is no work of plague
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There love knows no boundary,
His knowledge knows their life
Their eyes full of passion,
His eyes full of destiny.
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There was a man today,
Who I met,
Who on the eleven hour,
Stood and wept.
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