They They think you are weak They believe your silence Will keep you down But Their thoughts are meek The ending will be violence Stemming from your frown And At one point you will peak No more sitting on the fence Karma will soon be around But Your head will then tweak Your thoughts make you dense So much you block any sound And All you want to do is freak Nothing now makes sense Emotions leap and bound But The end will be so bleak Resulting from being tense You want back to level ground And If they looked and had a peek They'd know what you meant That your sanity has yet to be found ©Schizology They #they #Govt #poem✍🧡🧡💛
