A Call Out Poem
I hope you are proud of yourself.
You that leeches from the poor.
Seeing an easy target and moving in for the kill.
Giving only to take away along with a little extra.
Who cares if that extra goes to you or the abyss.
The only thing that matters is it existed in the first place.
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I hope you are proud of yourself.
You that undones progress.
Making the taste of victory a sour taste.
Rotten instantly in the mouth where there should be sweetness that encourages.
Like a treat encouraging good behavior in a kid.
But all you did was slap.
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I hope you are proud of yourself.
You that takes away from others intentions.
Setting back three steps for every one that helps forward.
Creating future mistrust where there should never be any towards those that help.
Knocking out supports that other people put up.
Taking the meaning away.
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You cause nothing but distruction wherever you go.
Leaving behind a trail of shattered spirits.
That will one day become ghosts to haunt you.
All for the fun of it or selfish reasons.
Someone else’s now exchanged with your own for future debt.
I hope you are proud of yourself.