Stand

• Artist: Syrinick
• Description: This is one of many poems in my current in-the-works poetry book called "Poetic Cause And Finer Print". It is just speaking of in the old days, slow riots as a form of just walking with picket signs, the Gov. takes it the wrong way. It has happened before.
• Date: 10/05/2008
• Tags: stand

Standing my ground
As the end draws near
My knees weakened
And my arms sore

We rally together to end this suffering
Which are Government
Dosen’t get the point

We riot for freedom
But rally for a favor
The Government thinks
On its own accord

The army arrives
Some flee in terror
A shot fired

Still standing my ground
The end draws near
My knees very weak
My arms still sore

I stand hear as a sign
A sign, Of Hope

Comments

[Coin-Operated Fantasy]

I really like it. It really describes how in some places any plea for help is shot down and considered hostile.
Good work. :3