This is for a writing contest with the theme in the subject above. In the comments, would you tell me if my poetry fits that category (it is not exactly the same) and it is supposed to be 500 words and mine is only 125, so how should I make it longer? Thank you so much! Well, here it goes:
Imagine millions of upturned faces
Covered in the sweat of a hard day’s labor
With long hours and little pay
In the dust of their filthy homes,
Where whole families cram into one room
Their clothes are dull from the death
Of their hopes and dreams. Their
Colorless eyes thinking, “How can
I trust those who took away
My rights, hopes, dreams, and money and
Left us with only our names and
The clothes on our backs? How will they
Make a better world for our children?”
Their bodies slouch from constant,
Weary oppression. Who will rise from
The masses and aid those in need? Who
Will be their hope? A man on the stage
Clears his throat, taps the microphone and
Begins to speak.
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