The Intellectuals Poem by Kaylo Littleton

We are the people in the backround,
We are the ones pushed around,
We are the ones who are hated,
And the voice with no sound,
We stand tall above the rest,
We feel no remorse,
We look at the world with hate,
As we let the pain course,
Our world has been darkened,
Our hearts turned black,
Our minds have been opened,
So we dont look back,
Our lives are full of pain,
Our thoughts have no love,
Our feelings shall stay dark,
Towards a dark word below and above,
We have been tortured,
We've tattered souls,
We've never been normal,
For we are the intellectuals.