PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The fear of one,
The fear of many,
Is all we think of,
when we have not a single penny.

When green was beautiful,
when green meant life,
now green means fear and strife.

The fear of one,
The fear of all,
its what we fear,
that makes us fall.

When life was great,
when life was sacred,
we had not that fear of pain and hatred.

Now our lives,
they stay so hidden,
because of the fear,
of being forbidden.

The fear of one,
The fear of all,
its what will take us too our fall.