Inferior and Proud
Posted By: CoLd BlooDed<email@example.com>
Date: 15 December 2003, 12:45 AM
CovieKilla helped me out with this poem, so give him some recognition as well, thanks. -CoLd BlooDed
We always run, we always die,
We're outdone but we don't cry.
Can we win? Can we survive?
Maybe, just maybe we'll stay alive.
We are inferior and proud,
but we fight a losing war.
Our once perfect lives are ruined,
we shall knock on heavens door.
What will happen if you stand in our way?
To find out I guess you'll have to stay.
First we will fight, stand our ground with valor,
when our chances get slight we can't survive much more.
We retreat, run until we can't see our foes.
Will we escape? We wonder. God only knows.
We are inferior but proud,
and we live without disgrace.
Earth is our sacred gem,
we are the human race.