World of Deception

World of Deception

A Poem by Carey Lenehan
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This is a rant, there's no denying it. There are some days when I look at the world and I can't believe that I belong to the same species of human as everyone else. But at least I know I'm not alone. Others feel it too.

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I'm angry. There's no point pretending when,

I'm living in a world that tries to con me,

as if,

every day in every way,

we're getting stupider and stupider.

 

Politicians tell us, with forked tongues,

how much they care

How they dare, how they believe,

how they try to fool me with

words for children.

 

TV sells me, tells me, I need this product, that drug

can't live without it,

only 10.99, it will change my life

Bullshit.

Religion denies me, tries me, attempts to seduce me,

come to us to find your God, he won't talk to you

Without us.

 

Love is the drug, look for it, pay for it,

beg for it because, alone,

you are meaningless  

Buy, buy, buy,

because you can never have enough,

corporate demons say,

but it is they

who can never get enough, of me.

 

Need, have, take, eat, consume, replace,

throw away

your three piece suite,

it's out of fashion, today

Crush it at the dump, bury it

as you bury your morality, your instincts

and don't, ever, listen to common sense.

 

Common sense is for the enlightened

and you

are not enlightened,

enough. 

 

Sitting on the outside watching them,

on the inside,

gullible, facillated, drugged by greed, sense of need

by the television feed

I see,

that they believe it all.

 

God, taxes, and the suggestion of a heaven,

sucked in, sucked out, panhandling

to the illusion of civilisation

when the truth

is so much dirtier

So, what's wrong with me?

Why do I see?

Why doesn't the con

work on me?

 

I want the peace of consumption,

the cosy state of druggedness that

you all seem to enjoy.

Instead the wrongs of the world

batter me endlessly.

It never stops,

 

The starving scream in my head,

the corruptions bleed into the dead

spaces of my mind

The confidence tricks lie exposed, superimposed

and all the time I'm asking,

why can't everyone see

What I see?

Why do I

have to be me?

 

© 2008 Carey Lenehan


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Would you really want to be like the vast majority? Not a bad little rant. Hit a lot of notes that ring true. Civilization perhaps.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Damn. I'm feeling that and totally understand what you're saying in it. Good rant and a good eye opener for a lot of people, I'm sure. Keep it up.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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