“What Are We”
Palms sweating, with hand raised.
I feel an uncertainty I can not change.
I see death all around,
An unexpected byproduct,
Of a shameless system all too corrupt.
I think of our Children starving, no rest.
That’s when I feel the sickness and death.
This is their world that we have created,
Despotic and meaningless and globally hated.
With my hand up above and my thoughts down below,
That’s when I shout anonymously so.
Fuck all the killing and pointless debating,
Our world is in shit and there is no debating.
Your money is fake, and pointless to blame.
It is the system we trusted, at which we must aim.
That when I am called to fully express
I prepare for a logical question of chess
“What are we”?
hey dude
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