The depth
of our character
has been reduced
to a tweet
willfully ignorant
to believe
nothing more
We turn
a blind eye
with a twisted
sense of vanity
disgraceful
and tasteless
embracing the insanity
Pray to
bronze statues
made from sweat
and tears but
worship shiny objects
claiming
we believe
Infect
the unborn
with our
tainted seed
poison our children
in the
name of greed
The wreak
of our stench
seeps
from our pores
its foul scent
married to
the air we breath
Denying
the fact we were
meant
for more
choosing to ignore
the state
of our being
Scared
and afraid
we cling to the
hype
accepting the truths
we know
to be false
We walk
through this life
pretending
were not lost
driven by ambition
but
at what cost...
