By Madeline Federle ’19
Staff Writer
Excuse me young sir;
explain to me your philosophy.
How you manage to hang up two,
one that contradicts the other.
One for the rights of all,
another for pride you say.
Pride in a face who:
slaughtered men,
replaced machines with humans,
walked away innocent.
No pride is shed here.
Excuse me young sir;
explain the pain you’re causing,
the ignorance you are sharing,
the harsh reality that is unappealing.
You inhuman disgrace.
Take down that misery.
You wouldn’t survive a day
in the reality of the eyes who shed tears,
where blood fell to rid the corrupt red white and blue.
