An appeal to misanthropes

You fight for my crumbs while your plate is full

your world is banging down my world's door

learn the limit our bond can undergo

I'm aching a tonne more

You distance yourself from my poverty

Sneering in the background of a spectacular show

I'm about to shout "How is this the Law?"

I am adjusted to mute

Is it approved for me to talk and think for myself? 

Keep shouting your curse from my TV

to infest my brain and make me agree

I'm an audience to muzzle

I am being crushed by a so called democracy

You tie my hands behind my back so I can obey

when all your tide brings is rotten decay

I am accrued to mindlessness

My blood you turn to your afternoon wine

The drops of greed draw lines on your chin, 

you take a bite off my skin

I’m against the majority

Repulsive pyramids of power, I rebuke

Your gold mugs and silver spoons cost me

my house for your cup of tea

I'm also able to mistreat

However, I will not because

my liberty stops where yours begins.

I A A T M=  It’s all about the money

Michelle Nicolaou, 16 years old

*Το ποίημα έχει διακριθεί στον παγκόσμιο διαγωνισμό ποίησης Castello di Duino