Title: Defiance
by Millie from Essex | in writing, poetry, dark
Golden eyes,
Watching for an eternity.
I wonder if they blink.
I wonder if they move.
For the being that owns these golden eyes.
Is the golden one himself,
All seeing,
All knowing,
All-powerful.
Who are we to question that golden glare?
To stand in defiance, jaw set,
Hands clenched.
For it is our conscience,
That tells us right from wrong.
Why do we ignore such wisdom?
That the golden one had so considerately given us.
We are the resistance,
We make our own right and wrong.
And look at what it has brought us.
War, poverty, greed.
All while the golden one waits.
And watches our destruction.
There's always a little rebellious side to us...
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