A Poem by Cadence Killday

Swollen eyes, stung by gas
Stifle the cries of the mass
Our passivity allows them to harass
All of those who aren't aristocrats
We permit, with our indifference,
Their unwarranted belligerence.
Those who refuse to give reverence
Are mislabeled as the ignorant.
Our authorities have too much power
And we’re too willing to submit and cower.
But if we allow ourselves to be empowered
We can schedule the regime’s final hour.

© 2014 Cadence Killday

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Added on February 4, 2014
Last Updated on February 4, 2014


Cadence Killday
Cadence Killday

I'm Cadence and I'm 19 years old. I play violin and guitar and write poetry. If you review one of my poems I will always do my best to return the favor. more..

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