The Strong
They mock, they steal, they burn, they torture;
This is what has become of your beloved culture.
The weak laugh as the strong fall on their knees.
The strong lay in a pool of scarlet as they whisper, "Please."
"Please stop. Please don't. I'm not ready to die.
Please just look at what you are doing," they cry.
They watch as red-tinted shoes walk by quickly,
Not caring if the strong die swiftly.
The strong cry at night until by dreams they're swept away.
The cry for the fear of another day.
Another day of torment and unrest.
But even though they can't see it, it's the strong who are truly blessed.
This is what has become of your beloved culture.
The weak laugh as the strong fall on their knees.
The strong lay in a pool of scarlet as they whisper, "Please."
"Please stop. Please don't. I'm not ready to die.
Please just look at what you are doing," they cry.
They watch as red-tinted shoes walk by quickly,
Not caring if the strong die swiftly.
The strong cry at night until by dreams they're swept away.
The cry for the fear of another day.
Another day of torment and unrest.
But even though they can't see it, it's the strong who are truly blessed.
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The strong are the people who are tortured everyday and find the will to make it to the next day. The weak are the ones who prey on the weaknesses of the strong to cover up for their own insecurities. The strong are the strong because even though it doesn't seem like it, these events will make them stronger. They're strong for still being here, and for that, I am proud and glad.