We Are Responsible For Our Own Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

We Are Responsible For Our Own



Hungry, dying, souls screaming for something to latch on to.
Hope is all that has ever mattered.
Bitter pills are best swallowed with a tall glass of water.
Drink up, you are still alive, you are still breathing,
Your hearts ever beating.
I can hear there thumps clearly as if I had my ear to my own.
Choices are sometimes are not ours to make.
Spirits broken.
Minds invaded.
Armies lay waste to something good as if it no longer holds no importance.
They underestimate a cornered dogs strength.
Biding his time to bite the hand that both smacks and feeds.
Loyalty to who?
We do not respect that kind abuse.
A servitude because its honorable, but never for coin or out of fear.
It smears moral, and destroys faith and belief in those who lead.
Just watch the people and see.
Listen to it there millions against a select few.
How could one argue yet the puppeteer continues to pull the strings.
Hoping they will not break.
At least not all once.
That kind of the blow would be devastating.
Revealing how emotions are easy manipulated and aggravated.
Like a feather to skin, does it not tickle and itch so that you try to make it stop.
Ice hits the water for it to only rise up.
Given little choice, die suffering or die fighting.
Either way the end result is the same.
Some live some don't in nature that it is strong, here it's the weak but intelligent.
But when a man has power.
He continues hunger for more and more.
A lust to the humans deep darkest desire.
Consumed not with grief but the grab for more control.
To own the world, as if it was just mere possession.
A chess game, where the pieces on the board aren't as obvious as they seem.
The winner takes all but does he understand what all really is?
A shiny gem every getting dimmer, and dimmer.
Self restraint with these taunting of giant egos.
Mans worse enemy is that blind to what he himself is part of and that is man.
No one single entity should deemed fit for selections of us all.
That kind power to go to ones head and can have dire consequences.

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