I Am Not Your Friend Poem by Max Myre

Part 1

Set your eyes upon your neighbors
Do you trust them?
Look how different they are

The clothes on their backs
The color of their skin
The sound they make
The superchery they believe

Set your hears upon the radio
Do you hear the drums pounding?
Listen to the malice that they bring

Their culture from far away lands
Their religion frozen in time
Their values cored from bizarre traditions
Their ideas oh so corrupted

Set your mouth upon the microphone
Don't you want to scream out of fear?
Be afraid, my friend, more will come

More of their kids
More of their parents
More their siblings
More of, them

Part 2

I am not your friend, nor am I afraid
My eyes are wide open
My ear drums constantly beating
My vocal cords angrily trembling

Set your eyes upon the working man
Do you care for him?
Look how miserable he has become

The bland mind
The dim spirit
The lost gaze
The empty pockets

Set your hears upon the streets
Don’t you hear the sounds of distress?
Listen to the people who enables you

We’re out of jobs
We’re out of cash
We’re out of pride
We are out there

Set your mouth upon the barrel
Don’t you feel your knees shaking?
Pull the trigger and do us all a favor

No more corruption
No more disinformation
No more time lost
No more, you