Don't read this poem.
Don't read this poem
This poem tells you
The truth.
There is no scourge
As harsh as fact
Uncouth.
You will lose love
Watch someone die
In pain.
The poor will stay
Out on the street
In rain.
You'll be alone
Sometime, with tears
And sighs.
Despite all hope
And joy, everyone
Dies.
You will be told
To hold your tongue
Be quiet.
You will be told
Your ways are wrong
By bigots.
But while it lasts
Don't waste your life
A crime.
Send good will out
Give those you love
Your time.
But don't read this poem
This poem tells you
The truth.
This poem tells you
The truth.
There is no scourge
As harsh as fact
Uncouth.
You will lose love
Watch someone die
In pain.
The poor will stay
Out on the street
In rain.
You'll be alone
Sometime, with tears
And sighs.
Despite all hope
And joy, everyone
Dies.
You will be told
To hold your tongue
Be quiet.
You will be told
Your ways are wrong
By bigots.
But while it lasts
Don't waste your life
A crime.
Send good will out
Give those you love
Your time.
But don't read this poem
This poem tells you
The truth.
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I don't like the first and last stanzas. I think it goes against the rest of it, the enlightening aspects of the poem. But I know that that's what they're meant to do, I just don't know if it truly fits...
It's like saying,
I wouldn't read this story, 'cause there's something to be learnt from it.
This might just be me, though. I'd just change those two in some way....
(I did really; nice one.)
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