Anonymous are the struggles of the common person, <br />but loud are their feelings when they are heard. <br />The common person has broken their bones <br />and shed their blood so that common people <br />and extraordinary people alike can live in security <br />as well as in fabricated financial fantasies. <br />We work and we breakdown for the good of it all <br />but are treated as if we are insignificant. <br />We no longer push and pull the world, <br />we are more like the door mats around the world. <br />We are stepped on and soak up the muck <br />and are forced to deal with it. <br />Our strength is still here but our freedoms are stripped. <br />Our freedom is a piece of paper fed to a shredder. <br />It is a harlot printed on paper and written in persuasive propaganda <br />erected in the minds of pimps and racketeers. <br />We should no longer be anonymous, <br />we should be heard and without fear of endangerment. <br />Stop this rubber bullet cowboy massacre. <br />No more tasing the mind of the populous. <br />This mind just wants to feel at home. <br />This mind just wants to speak out for what it believes in. <br />Our minds are inalienably untouchable, <br />but some still try to touch them and control them. <br />We need to reverse this process and gain back our minds <br />that are the source of attack in today's society.<br /><br />Cokbod Lodwogo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/today-s-society-2/
