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A poem about misunderstood life
You live your life
without committing a crime
You are always caring
and arrive on time
You never wanted
what wasn’t yours
So why have they closed
all their doors
You tried to speak
what was on your mind
Till that day they booked you
for committing a crime
You were just protesting
holding up a big sign
So why did they say
you’re going to do hard time
The times they don’t change
no matter who's Prez
The times they go on
till most of us are dead
Still we won’t give in
while we still have the heads
Or if G-d wishes
we are all dead.
— WOLRAD
(A poem from the Wolrad collection #3
