SingularityPoetry
zaterdag 2 augustus 2025
Hyperbole
dinsdag 29 juli 2025
The last stand
woensdag 23 juli 2025
Masked
Laws aren't meant for justice,
but for class control.
It's only violence
When we do it.
It's only murder when those in power die.
It's not dying when it's us.
We don't matter.
We are disposable.
Your life only had meaning if you
had multiple zeroes to your name.
Your obedience doesn't stop the violence.
Even if you think you're not falling in line.
It's always weird to me
that you treat disabled people
as disposable, when you are too.
Just because you prefer unseeing over safety,
doesn't mean that you are not dying.
Either way your breath isn't free.
Either way your breath costs you.
No matter how much you believe
you're healthy and better than me.
Drawn in red
You supposed to draw a red line,
Or a line in the sand,
In front of, not behind, you,
So people know they can't pass.
You supposed to take an action
In protection and not in hindsight.
Not when the bodies of the dead
Create a ladder reaching the sky.
Strength doesn't mean anything
If the only thing you offer is a shrug
And a ton of complacency.
Like a handshake followed by “good luck”.
And Never again must mean
“I will” not “I should've”.
Because an apology won't bring back
All the people that have starved.
You are pathetic.