To Stand

Just a quick poem. Enjoy!

To Stand

 

Breaking down in the nothingness and anguish

I am a pacifist masochist a halfwit activist captive of capitalistic magnificence

Inside this mellow money melody ridden prison within us

I cannot envision a world of happiness, the promise of power and control so captivated that these businessmen have stolen the world

The more we condition ourselves to be better with trendsetter garbage the more pathetic an idea of optimistic thinking really is

Realistically humanity blew out the candle and strangled the heartbeat of sanity within our souls years ago

The rich have one goal, we go for the money before the life of somebody, sharpened lies stab the kind with knives of difference to divide us

We are so manically prideful that we have become homicidal in our greed

The mouths need to feed, and we have stolen the seeds of hope, that could have grown this world a beanstalk to the heavens

We are breaking down in the nothingness and anguish, how can we manage when savages buy the water from the ground, the rain from the skies, the ozone from the clouds, the hearts in our chests, the souls from our lives, turning heaven to hell, and trading truth for lies

And we thank them for it, we give them a fortune

We elect them to lead us, bleed us dry and hang us, leave us high so that the eyes of equality can see us, and everyone can know just how stupid we are as we bleed out

I am a pacifist masochist, capitalism is the sanctuary that baptized me

But inside this mellow money melody ridden prison machine we live in, if there is only freedom for people who like me started as the right man’s semen, the fact is that I have the money to pay, while the poor ones pray, to a God we don’t believe in, who will never hear us, for a better day to keep breathing, screaming into the skies until we realize no one will save us

And I will stay this way, just because I’m a lucky b*****d, but how many days more will pass as we mourn the unborn to be tortured, deprived is the world of tomorrow, when will our power plastered masters give us a helping hand?

And if we remained forced to the ground by their strength, how can we even stand and demand more from life, when might makes right, and loose change is slight?

To stand against capitalism's mass division and incoming apocalypse we are living in is just too difficult when we live by their rules

And while the rich men laugh with their billions, civilians like us will be at fault for their selfishness, their toys and their tools

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.