A poem I wrote about coups and revolution's. Its not too long, but it took me all day in class becuase its better than paying attention to what the teacher has to say.
Benevolence is a pure lie.
Malevolence is a corrupt truth.
In a world where what we want is what we get,
And deciept and violence rule the minds of the nations,
The act of telling a truth, no matter how corrupt
Will be that of an angel.
Only those with the strength to pull themselves out
Of the ditches they dig,
Will have the ability to fill them back up.
Tell me the truth, I can take it. Trust me.