The Tools We Are Part 1 Poem by PeaceSeller Unpleasedbuyer

Quite a few things have gone through
Worth being taken into an a account
Sure as hell, I might consider doing some
Why would life give me any doubts?

Since I`ve been, and I am the one
No, Not the one that is superior to some
The one more likely, that doesn`t need or have someone
In my and only hands, this journey I have entrusted

And no matter how far enough I went
No matter how long It lasted
On my two shall I stand.
With none or endless pleasure, this time is to be spent

Why they say in a circle, I have to be enlisted?
Just so one of the many, I could finally become
I guess, I`m yet to become twisted
Before officially I shall be listed, or be rather called insane

I guess I ain`t a beast they want to tame
Since why would they care, the so called sane?
A little stone they think I am, filled with different lust
On which it`s their duty to stomp on, leaving then but dust.

It`s not that my entire life I`ve been seeking for an easy trail
But rather me, not searching for a King to hail.
In fact, I was there many times, seeing how the many
Would push one on to reach unseen yet hights


Then witnessing, how he`d be surrounded by lights
As they cheer enthusiastically his name
Before in silence they could sink.
As from the podium, he takes his time to speak

Saying that ones strong, near him should stick
And then of course, he`d promise mercy for the weak.
With that, simply leaving the strong bleak
And blinding the weak

So then a few could be left out
To serve for a specific need
So one of the other two
Could point at them a finger

Expressing their anger
Ones that refuse to bend
Are ought to become extinct

A crime they have indeed commited
climbing up the earth that is, they dreamed.