I Will Prosecute You

I Will Prosecute You

They take my words, my voice, my name.

They think it’s free, a harmless game.

But every line, each crafted beat,

Is mine alone, not theirs to cheat.

I wrote in pain, I wrote in fire.

They steal my truth, they call it ‘inspire’.

No credit given, no shame, no pause.

They cross the line, they break the laws.

I see them copy, paste, and claim.

They twist my work, they play their game.

But I have rights, I have the proof.

Their theft is clear, their lies uncouth.

I’ve registered, I’ve marked each page.

Their actions fill me up with rage.

I will not beg, I will not plead.

I’ll take the steps, I’ll do the deed.

This is a warning, not a plea.

My words are mine, respect that, see?

If they persist, if they don’t stop,

I’ll see them in court, let justice drop.

I am the poet, this is my fight.

I own my words, I own my right.

So think again before you steal.

I will prosecute, that’s the deal.