I am thinking about the madness
that resides inside my soul.
Frustrated about a nation
that is greedy callous and cold.
Principalities dictating my future
as though they were my lord.
Thinking they know whats good for me
when their just a bunch of frauds.
I've been treated like a parasite
since the day I was born.
Regarded as the enemy and
inflected with their scorn.
Listed as a radical and judged
merely by my race.
Given an arbitrary number
like a name without a face.
Branded with the mark of a
generation filled with strife.
They say in God we trust
but they still want to
take my life.
Some say that we have liberty.
But I question that point of view.
How can you pursue happiness
when your own country
plots against you?
A contest entry
- Def Slam Jam! We *love* spoken word! by Sam-a-nantha.
780 points, ended March 16, 2007, 5 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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nice write dear you wear out spoken in this write like you always are in every piece like my self this is your department of writing ~ julia ~
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This is beautiful. It sounds wonderful read aloud. I love the theme, as well. You have a great talent. I was wondering if you had anymore slam poems, because I would be interested in reading them. You did an awesome job! Please, keep up the good work and keep on Slamming, because it's a talent that should never be wasted!
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Great Poem
This is really good ... Good luck in the contest
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