'' Bring Them Here '' Poem by Bri Mar

Life is so trying,
Every day crying,
There's no denying,
My fear.

It's not satisfying,
It's terrifying,
They're clarifying,
My career.

All this quantifying,
The bull they're supplying,
It is mystifying,
Shed a tear.

This is underlying,
Inside I'm dying,
Rules they're applying,
Don't endear.

I call it prying,
It's mortifying,
I know they are lying,
Insincere.

They're specifying,
It's called purifying,
I say falsifying,
What's clear.

Their gods I'm denying,
They say decrying,
They're concealed? I'm not buying,

‘' Bring Them Here ‘'