Why?

Why?

A Poem by Wraith.

I am singled out daily, why I am so sad?
Mind whirring elsewhere in a dissonant land 
I feel like theres few who are stopping in their tracks
to witness the fact that earths lungs have turned black
Communication has begun to quickly implode 
This modern obsession makes my mind erode 
From the moment I was born, biologically set
To question nothing and get on with the rest
Conditioned to conform, i've been brainwashed from the start
forced to feel inferior, picking myself apart
indoctrinated to a religion of spineless vultures
Though as opened my eyes i witnessed more harmful cultures 
Why am I lacking the empathy while the world around me starves
I see it on my television, but don't have the heart 
to realise that this is a reality that goes on every single day
Would life be more stress free I wonder, simply wasting away?
Point and watch the aeroplanes fly, chemtrails blaze across the sky
and people who go missing each year, never simply disappear 
Do as you're told for you don't have a brain
too stupid or fragile to ever break sane

Such experiments like unit 731
make me wonder what could be more wrong
when these people control our daily grind 
NSA rape your privacy and your mind

Like puppets on a string we hang
in the tangles of a divided land
political parties no distinguishable leader 
for the outcome won't change whoever is the proceeder 
Ever stopped to notice the cameras all around
Do you like being watched and traced to the sound
anything you do can be easily tracked
but nobodies interested, heads always down.

who really needs war to defend their country
How did soldiers feel that christmas day?
drafted into war and reduced to carnage 
Probably wanted to go home where they could feel safe 
why do so many people commit suicide
or feel depressed and lost all the time
confined to their homes like prisons 
They rot mentally with no hopeful vision
I feel we have lost our humanity 
or has it always been lacking?
I didn't think I'd reach eighteen 
and be stuck in this mind frame

A nuclear war is brewing
and my tea has gone cold
So many of us have grown so bitter
aware of the reality like an untreated scald 
Not undeterred by their delusions 
so many innocent have died
maybe things would be different
if we all could all ask why.
I could be screaming and none of you would hear
I'm giving up hope and losing my fear
there are good forces working hard to keep me sane
before I wilt and and leave this place. 

© 2014 Wraith.


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we feel so manipulated and controlled by society sometimes we wonder why we even exist...and the wars that are so uncalled for keep happening, and we are witness to this...our lives become such delusions that we delude ourselves that life is even worth it at all...and then we start having that war within ourselves, why live? why stick around? for what?

so many why's---sometimes i feel like i don't want to stick around...not the way everything is going...not much of a world to live in, is it?

Posted 10 Years Ago


Wow, my friend this one is deep, fascinating and amazingly written. I adore your spirit the way you share your views on some really serious subjects. Simply one of your best my friend...

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wraith.

10 Years Ago

Appreciate it. It has been a long time coming. Thank you.
A. Amos

10 Years Ago

You're most welcome my friend

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Wraith.
Wraith.

warwickshire, United Kingdom



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