Those with no voice still scream
Those with bad eyes still dream
A heart grown cold can burn with pain
Though numb, somehow can feel the rain
I'd like to know what is proved
If under attack I sit unmoved
I'd like to see you bear the weight
Smugly declared to be my fate
The hand that snatches out my rug
Would squash you like a ****ing bug
You'd feel bound with acid ropes
To read the words that snipe my hopes
You think it's cool to ridicule
But where I stand I pity you
While karma sees you duck and hide
It's mandatory I survive
Trapped inside your foolish pride
Ignorant, you burn alive
There exists a world beyond reprieve
That's all I have left to believe
-Tonto-

Nice poem .