Maia AlmediaAmir

Rookie (25/02/1995 / Brighton)

Judge And Jury - Poem by Maia AlmediaAmir

Yes, I hold in contempt
The system that bought these
Judges, and jurors
To this wood shack to try me.
To try and confine me.
To sell and to buy me.
They're trying my patience.
They want me impatient.
So I'll scream and I'll shout,
And I'll huff and I'll puff
And blow their wood shack down.
To hanging timbers,
Burn 'em to embers,
Inject with the poisonous pleasure,
Screaming 'High voltage! '
At the top of their cracked voice.
There's no danger here.
We take good care.
I'll kill a killer to make
Me the next-biggest street thriller.
Blue uniform means shit to us now.
Black dress means shit to us now.
We are not suits,
We're better than that.
Better than what we've been given.
Better than all of this.
We belong on Jupiter.
We belong on Mars.
Us children of War Gods and daydreams.
They burnt our legacy out of our hearts.
Now, let's burn theirs out of the stars.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 5, 2011

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