Looking back at labours past I become overwhelmed at last
By the fakeness broad and vast imposed by ‘values’ societies cast
Abysmal loss I feel again for trying to show society’s bane, to one entrenched I seem insane
But history does tell of those who victory chose though much opposed, at first they did seem crazy
A lazy mind is dull to find the inconsistencies divine in holy books and tales of gold
Only the good do they behold
I am misplaced in my mind again; the pain is real so I refuse to feel
The love will go and so will the hurt, but I feel neither in my heart
A friend told me to live in life and free my mind, but I can’t escape this mind of mine
I sit down to observe the news that Trump calls fake that crowned buffoon
Nothing is fake, nothing is real, all can be twisted by the feels
Disaster here, disaster there, disaster shows up everywhere
Humans are so inhumane, history displays our carnage ways
If I could run with weed to Mars, to laugh and smoke as I write my verse
I’d look at my planet in shame, mostly water but still aflame.
Written by @Lordmok
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