social justice warriors

they don’t teach it why

they just say it is

like a fascist with a fist

reason is met with contempt


but all it takes is a whisper

pulsating in the ears of men

go softly into the storm

as if the hail is but a breeze


those who assume the hill

are the first to meet their end

and though we are spectators

we scorn them in the same way


About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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