I am a Juan dela Cruz
From a country that looks
Like an old man with a broken back
And my day is always in decline.
I spend my day in the trash
And search for food no rat would eat.
Yet, with no pity,
Arrogant eyes look down on me
And blame me, curse me,
belittle the struggle I often face.
They spit on my image- a body
covered in grease and filth.
They could no longer dirty me,
If I have arms I will rebel,
but then, my weapons can
Barely defeat the dinner table.
Then again, they lack the creativity
I posses, if they eat like me,
They'd be dead.
A contest entry
- PATRIOT OF THE FREE WORLD CONTEST - #75 - Regardless of how we might feel about leaders and politics by Roaddog Wolf.
600 points, ended May 10, 2008, 10 entries
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Seems our country has lost something along the way that it needs to get back, it's changed and we need to change those things and make them right, Only the people can do that. Thanks for your entry and good luck in the contest.
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I agree with you. Blaming and protesting gives little. Instead of spending time and effort on the streets, protesting, we better do something about it.
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