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Making Mice Of These Men (Poem)

"Making Mice Of These Men"

I went to jail, got bailed, then the Crown banned my pen/
Now just twelve years later, they have banned me all again
They're not a fan of my pen, so my page it had to go/
For making mice of these men, this the price of the flow
Going inside for a poem, was a sign that the slope/
Along with hope was declining, like a murder he wrote
When these words give me hope, you won't take em away/
You'll get back in your box, or I'll send a couple your way
They had me praying to a God, who was whiter than me/
Until I mocked what they was, and gave em writing to read
Filled with spite towards me, the site of me they despise/
Being my light it shines brighter, than their dim little lies
I've seen things with these eyes, they don't want me to talk/
But these sins are not right, and I was right when I walked
Not too bright with their thoughts, so they come to stalk mine/
Just to give em something to talk, for all their Border and Line.

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