Scribble

Dying from visions inside
Imperfect poetic verbiage
Scribbling incorrect grammar
I don’t even strive to rhyme
I’m fighting for a cause
So ask me why
Question

I conjure the verbs
Writing just to survive
Endless nights forsaking sleep
Mind lingering on peace
A crooked path today
Because it’s free

My only alibi
Is a simple rhyme
Configured for peace
No crime committed
Unless it’s the ethics
Pink slips for execs

I question the class
Teacher’s inadequate answers
Spitting theories from facts uncertain
Weapons serving the slave system
When they say anything
Say why is this
Question

I conjure the verbs
Writing just to survive
Endless nights forsaking sleep
Mind lingering on peace
A crooked path today
Because it’s free