A Free Soul Poem by Ethan Connolly

A Free Soul



The pack of hyena's
They gather around
Like a formal meeting
Laughing

Their targets
The poor and the disabled
Taking their money
Funding the rich

They can hunt us
They can hurt us
But that wont stop us
From fighting back

Leave us lying on the floor
Covered in our blood
But we shall be shouting these words
Dying how we lived

A free soul

Monday, July 13, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: fight,fighting,freedom,government
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 12 August 2015

A wonderful poem, Ethan

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Ethan Connolly 13 August 2015

Thanks kelly

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