What Do You Think?

Death walks silently among us,
As we tremble in our cribs.
Bloated bellies with sugar coated lies,
And dreams we never had.

Outcasts unto the masses left to die alone,
Crippled minds supported by the ignorance of society.
Living off the tortures created within
ourselves, dieing slowly by our own hands.

Regulated by our oh so free society,
kept in check at every turn of our lives.
Solitude, pride, and prejudice ignorant to your own beliefs.

We have become the wretched wallowing
In our own stagnant perfume, blind to the
Injustices done...deaf to the prices of freedom.

Our own cries silenced by our fake world.
Deprived, starving, and beaten, are the
Soldiers struggling for our existence. An
existence that can so easily be ripped away
and held like a carrot on a stick, leading us forward.

Hook, line, and sinker they took the bait
into their petty positions. Their status reeks
like the rotting cesspools of their own shit.
They believe the lies and stand for the
Dictators of their decisions, "thanks a shit load sir
for making up our tiny feeble minds."

For I have no free will, no free voice,
I cannot be myself. Paint yourselves into
your images of the elite. Destroy the futures
chance for individuality, and kill every hope we stand for.

Mock us for our knowledge and a plague shall be
put upon your land. You are rotting in your filth anyway.
What’s one more disease on our decaying earth?

Rape the land now like you did once before.
Take away the children’s dreams, so their
future seems useless. Extinguish their flames,
thieve their innocence. You make things this way,
we feed from your ignorance.

They follow like the sheep that they are,
led to slaughter for your wealth. The degradation
of society is pathetic! People with no jobs, because
they are lazy, fat, and would rather live on welfare.
Why face the reality of the world, when emerging yourself
into a fantasy world. Do psychotropic drugs seem so much better?

When will you realize that we all must progress with change?
Change is the essence of life, with change comes growth.
We can not grow if we do not work together to change what we
have follied for so long.

There is no time machine, we cannot go back,
and change the past. We can only improve our future,
for our children and ourselves. We must prepare for
what’s to come. We can rise up out of our filth,
brush the slime from our clothes, and make a new start.
A new start towards a better tomorrow.

Why not get along with each other? We are too damn stubborn to see that we are all the same. We breathe the same air, and bleed the same blood. Things have gotten out of hand, and they need to be reorganized. Look ahead to the future, not what’s in the past!