i'm not surprised

They've always eaten children

So i'm not surprised 

When you blow up a hospital 

You sell an air strike 

And that blood red money just pays for dinner 

They say ‘hate the sin’

Nah

I Hate the sinner 

I Hate the photos 

And I Hate what's in them

I Hate the emails and I Hate the joy within them

I Hate the men who Hate the women 

I Hate both red/blue 

I Hate Hate winning 

Who The F**k taped that child's hands to the desk?

Cuz if the devils real, he likes you the best

Unlucky for you, he's not 

Just us 

And hell is real

But not in the depths 

Hell is the wrath that finds you next 

Hell is a mother who raised by breasts a child whose soul is ripped by men 

Pray fire and brimstone find you when you stand on trial 

Caged against killers with codes with nothing to lose 

And blind prison guards who won’t miss you 

They’ve always forever eaten children 

I’m not surprised 

You’ve been to school 

When they round up kids 

Conform them 

Control them 

Turn them into batteries 

Burn them for 50 years in a corporate building 

Drain their essence 

Consume their golden miracle life for profit 

Hold them captive 

In a job that scolds them for getting sick, having kids

Disowns them if profit dips 

Or you just get older 

They’ve always, always have eaten children 

Vietnam, iraq

And the next, so on

They took your kids, bought and sold them 

Spent the cash on flesh and bone 

And what are we now going to do 

Now that the metaphor has turned out true

Cuz it can end today with me and you 

It’s a new revolution, it’s on the news 

And what was that quote

Jean-jacques rousseau

About eat the rich

S**t

I guess the people are hungry too 

~ I’m not surprised 

Reviews

[Ghosty Writer]

This poem is incredibly powerful and raw. It really pulls you into the outrage and frustration about the dark truths that often go unnoticed or ignored in society. The way it starts with “They’ve always eaten children” is such a stark, haunting metaphor that immediately sets the tone—like exposing how systemic greed and violence have been part of history forever. It feels like a punch to the gut, but in the best way, because it forces you to confront uncomfortable realities.

What really stands out is how your anger is so visceral and genuine. Phrases like “I hate the photos,” “I hate the men who hate women,” and “hell is real” hit hard because they show the depth of their disgust and helplessness. It’s not just anger, it’s a cry for awareness, a call to wake up and see the brutality that’s often hidden behind power and corruption.

The ending, with the idea of a revolution and referencing “eat the rich,” feels like a desperate but necessary push for change. It’s a reminder that the violence and greed are not just stories—they’re happening now, and they can be stopped if enough of us wake up and act. Honestly, this poem made me feel a mix of rage, sadness, and hope, and I think that’s what makes it so impactful. It’s not just words; it’s a wake-up call.

A standing ovation to you!

[Davidgeo]

I'm glad you used comic sans for this.

[Poet Pittinix]

You are correct to say, "Cuz it can end today with me and you." Civilians and consumers don't realize the power that they have. Governments and businesspeople need our support. Without our support, they would be nothing. The sad thing is that civilians are in disunity, while the ruling class is uniting against them. Who fights the wars Political leaders don't go to battle; they send our children to slaughter people of other races, and they put themselves in harm's way. We all need to wise up and withdraw our support for politicians.