Ruled with an Iron fist; Put into place to Forbid Violence and Extreme'd to do the opposite. Ideas of Peace and Justice grow weary as the generation pass; the Great hand crumbles! Moralities change, bringing fourth ideas unknown from the Ancients. The race comes dark; the once great fist fades into oblivion.
Black Power To The People!
Some fists evolve into the election of a black president. Not obscure at all. Violence begets peace and righteousness (see made in Vietnam tags on wemen's clothing) Angrygods is a great handle. Give the next poem a title. ~~Lady A~~
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Thanks for the feedback. ^^ I didnt know what to name this one.
The God's Look on Thy creation!