Fighting For It

This is just gonna be where I post all of the poems that I write on here. I also put them on my dA (Cenitopius.Deviantart.Com) and my Facebook for those of you who already have it.
This series would probably have been called 'A Little Bit of Poetry' if it weren't for the fat that Fighting For It (101) was so descriptive of the whole series in it's name that I had to use it here as well.


51. The Great Human Race

The Great Human Race,
We blacken the sky,
We burn and we kill,
And we swim and we fly,
And there's no escape,
From the freedom we bring,
You'll love all the labor,
The shanties we sing,

The people below us,
Covered by boards,
The people above us,
Threaten with swords,
You've either got money,
Or no life at all,
And no glass of water's
A glass that's not tall.

The Great Human Race,
We rip on the guy
Who's trying to live
And who's trying to die,
We leave good men bleeding,
Bad men to the throne,
And as the dying man watches,
He gives a low moan.

The Great Human Race
Will look down on the same,
And mockingly ask,
'Do you really like pain?'
But it's over their head,
That they're half the problem;
The question in's self,
Shows just who's to blame.

The Great human race,
Are you proud of yourselves?
You take all the credit
And blame all the elves.
You lie long and prosper,
You love the sight of the sea,
As you poison and kill it.

Is that really in me?

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