Saturday, January 23, 2010

(ENG283-Creative Writing) Ballad Poem Assignment

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The nobodies that want to somebodies,
but not until they're dead.
Not worth the bullet that kills them,
worth more than what they said.

The people who live has gastank heads,
televisions instead of faces.
Who don't speak languages, but dialects,
empty souls in alcoholic cases.

Who are not but could be, is what I see,
Who don't have culture, but folklore.
As toxic as they make the air today,
gas masks have no use anymore.

The surest way to them is only the same,
the different is who they hate.
With work to "change" they'll never see past,
the elitest barriers they create.
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