A World of Tragedy
Come, come look and see, this world of tragedy. Take a look, and tell me don't need an evolution a revolution of love.
All of us citizens lost, our souls wandering aimlessly, desperate and dismayed, betrayed by an ideal we were taught when they were young: Work hard and opportunities will arise to take you beyond the soil.
And yet it seems all doors are closed to us and every time one opens
four more are slammed shut by those who made it through. The American dream cast aside and left to spoil. Blood lust and turmoil.
Here comes the would be saviors to join the debate, Irate, standing on a soapbox full of hate. The masses tricked by the elite, to turn on each other brother against brother, every man woman and child out for himself
sister against brother, lover against lover.
Fear exacerbated, Egos inflated, the understanding hesitated, lovers berated, ‘Cause this is war, It's them versus us, nothing to discuss, they don't look or think or act like us. And here the infection begins all sides with pitchforks and fire in their eyes. The moment anyone makes a move only goes to prove the point:
They deserve it because, they don't need it because, they don't belong because, they are not one of us, they are our enemy just because, and it's never a real answer just distractions from the gods at the top looking down on us like meat, yet we all breathe the same, we all die the same. We should be all treated the same, with dignity and love.
they keep just trying to confuse you, keep you from forging an alliance, together we outnumber them and they know it, so they keep us ignorant, intolerant of each other differences, but it's the exchange of ideas that help us rise above, to evolve into something greater. We could be amazing like the unique pigments on the worlds greatest painting, but instead the few people at the tippy-top won't top wringing us dry, 'till we die and then a new generation of gullible fools to dig their own graves at their own expense, while the fat cat politicians, bought off by corporations, fill up on our sweat and tears and profit off our fears
They got more in a day than we got in years, yet somehow they've convinced us, taxes breaks for the poor is wrong, but they need more. More more more! Greed, a never-ending score, roared like thunder shattering civilization asunder. A storm isn't just coming it's already here. Together we can defy the gods, brings the heavens down and give it back to the people who built it.
Instead we blunder around like zombies attracted to neon lights, never living up to our potential, never standing up for what's right, never trying to bring together a people who care about people, the steeple of our empire built on sheeple who think they are headed for great things, kings among men, but they are in the same sinking ship as the rest of us. Waters pouring in. If we remain the same, destruction is or fate.
Lights out, too late..
Brilliantly sensitive post Mark. I totally understood and agreed with the sentiment.