They took pride in their group
And the things that they did
They were supported by Strange Gods
And their believers made numbers
And most of us mostly condoned
Each act of brutality that they did
Until they crossed all limits
And ironically they still got away
'Oh but learn to look inside
Each one has a heart of Gold
And when they aren't fighting
You wouldn't find a gentler soul'
And even when they were wrong
(They were never wrong)
It must have been the victim's mistake
How dare he challenge their might
I have seen their true faces
And what they are capable of
And the thing that irks me most
The blessed people always get away
4 comments:
Poem seems more decptive than expressing. Subtle meaning is there.. A refeshing anguish
poems esp this and the last one!
nice poems*
:)
Like the other poem, I know EXACTLY who you are talking about.
Even I have been at the receiving end of para number three, in my rather short interaction with its emitter.
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