City Nights And The Poor Type Poem by blood red angel

I walk the city streets at night
Never stopping in one place to stick around
I watch two guys fight
And one crawls away on the ground

This place reminds me of my mind
And the human race of an infection
Look around at the world and you’ll find
Nothing but insurrection

People are cruel, mean, and hateful
They know not what they do
They are all detestable
They were taught to be this way to

The quiet people in society
That every one likes to degrade
Are our diversity
You make them into monsters that are unafraid

They are the ones who make society work
They are the ones who serve you
One day they will be the one to smirk
As they stand with a bloody blade over you

They’ll watch you die
And they won’t stop there
Then they’ll decide
What they did was fair

Before they commit suicide

For all those who are shunned by society and called freaks this is for the people who are degraded every day this is for the people who sleep in our streets I’ve been where you are don’t ever give up make the world accept you push them like they pushed you