The joke’s on you if you can’t see the truth But what did I expect from someone who sees a god in the sky When all he wants to do is kill and die You took the words out of my mouth just because I was breathing And maybe you were never drunk like your teacher But you should know that there is no harm in the drawing of your preacher
There are many people like you that don’t want us But you can’t get rid of us in any way Break our pencils in two , see how far that will get you And we are not all by ourselves There are many of us And we will rise again, stand against you and your extreme ways
Because what you do is against what your lord says With each move you go towards the future using the wrong ways No one ever sees you like they used to You house gets cold but you can’t feel because they are your heating The invisible man in the sky and the one that told you to kill the cartoonist guy Why can’t you see that love beats every religion
Why can’t you see that reason is something you need Believe in god but don’t kill us On cold days you will feel the shame You know you can’t change the past and the wrong things you have done But the future , well we will not let you change the future for us We are the one mass that you can’t move
With each attack we grow stronger With each death we get bolder With each threat we stand firmer And if you try to take our lives away We will destroy your way Je Suis Charlie
Srdjan Solkotovic(Srđan Šolkotović) is a young aspiring author born on the 6th of January, 1993. Currently owner of The Writing Hut and literature student, a writer born in Serbia, raised by multinational parents (Serbian/Wallachian father and Romanian mother).The first time I was interested in writing was around the age of 12. It seemed fun to create worlds that people enjoyed to read about. Writers are amazing, creating with only pen and paper. Like playing god.Most of my works are of a poetic nature but I have written and published some erotica. Now I have a few projects that I will work on and I hope that you will enjoy reading them when they are finished.
BROKEN GLASS Standing here in front of me Are many pieces before me Looking down all I see Are different colored pieces Of what was me Broken, shattered and scattered Use to resemble me The glass I see before me
A shimmer of light in the darkness of my thoughts, the rare moment that the grey skies clear away and I see my surroundings exactly how I should, these briefs moments serve as a testament for my survival, Bitter and