Humankind, surely we are all the same, surely we are all but one, but as times gone on,
Government lies and,
Censorship ties,
Gender inequality,
Discriminating minority,
Prozac on shelf,
One percent with all the wealth.
Things got a bit messy.
I can’t take on the globe,
I’m 23 years old,
But there are certain things that pester,
fester,
At the back of my mind,
Queuing up in line,
The problems with human kind.
Surely we are all the same.
I am a number, a figure, a dot, and that’s ok?
And thats ok.
My time upon this planet is merely a speck,
a moment of history
a glimpse, a wreck.
Like the bird taking flight,
As the flame will ignite,
I am a moment.
You are a moment.
These words anger and,
These words frustrate,
We search for a meaning,
Tied up in hate.
These are the things that pester,
Fester,
At the back of my mind,
Queuing up in line,
The problems with human kind.
Thou shalt not kill,
Thou shalt turn the other cheek,
In vain you preach these words,
From my eyes begins to leak,
Centuries of frustration,
Of hate,
Of crime,
And of love.
Love.
That pesters and festers.
Our love is a pidgeon not a dove.
Try to see it objectively but I can only view it subjectively
17, and I knew it all.
When I look dress walk and talk just like you
Rose tinted glasses, the masses coming out to view
My fall
My disgrace,
My essential haste,
To be in love.
We agreed to let nature run its natural course forgetting that nature is actual force,
We exist in relation to each other, my sister, my brother, my mother, we are one,
And yet you,
Why do I do it,
Why do you have it,
Why did did this become an undeniable habit,
I hope, but we’re sliding down this slippery slope,
And I begin to forget,
The reasons we met,
What were they?
….
What were they?
And yet we’re in the cycle.
Thinking we made it,
But my rose tinted glasses have faded.
Everything’s grey, I say I won’t stay,
Damn
The person I am,
I don’t know them anymore.
The things that pester and fester,
Who am I? why am I here?
What do I do with this future,
drawing rapidly near.
Who cares?!
My time upon this planet is merely a speck,
a moment of history
a glimpse, a wreck.
Our overwhelming consumed concerns for ourselves,
Makes the globe turn the wrong way,
Makes the moon scold,
Makes the sun cold,
It makes us wrong.
Fixed on number one,
We justify
Our lie.
Surely we are all the same?
Surely we are all but one?
But as times gone on
Equal rights for none.
We will not learn,
For our inward concern,
Shapes us, makes us, takes us,
On that hateful journey to happiness.
Happiness.
We believe we will achieve,
Through the massing of wealth,
Secondary becomes our health.
Slipping down beyond the ground.
These are the things that pester,
and fester,
At the back of my mind,
Queuing up in line,
The problems with human kind.
It was said,
Earth provides enough to satisfy every man's needs,
but not every man's greed,
Pester and fester.
Are twenty first century brains,
Know the earth is round,
Where fossils are found,
Our place in the universe,
And yet when we converse.
This is not understood.
In its many forms,
Indeed, our greed
Is not understood.
An example in me,
Repeatedly I overfeed,
Tricking myself that it is what I need,
Slipping into the shadows of our walk,
It does not concern me,
For the child that cannot eat,
I cannot see.
These are the things that pester and fester…
Surely we are all the same?
Surely we are all but one?
But as times gone on…
