viewed...

viewed

through

a dirty mirror

anxious anxiety

storms

the uncertainty

each day

a new spin

a new tale

of

what they call

reality

maybe... maybe not

still

the spoon

full of lies

drips grease

and oil

a sticky mess

of pungent

debris

trying

to remain calm

collected

completely confused

in attempt

to make sense

we are a being

of warriors

tribal killers

by the nature

of our survival

thousands of years

led forth

in arrogant leadership

soon to develop

and captured

by the psychopathic cream

that floats

to such urge

to control

and dominate

power quickly

an intoxicating addiction

and over decade

after decade

generation

after generation

the complexity

shades

the realities

of tyranny

and self contained

slavery

as the majority

being

God fearing

honest

hard working souls

who only wish

their own little

kingdom

of family

to exist

healthy

happy

and in peace

from the roving

bands

of hoodlums

and criminals

who prey

primarily

on the weak

and innocence

of most

the myths

of Robin Hoods

and Alphonse Capones

dependent

on the climate

as it changes

naturally

rich verses poor

faith verses faith

race verses race

language vs. language

country verses country

always an enemy

always a cause

always money made

hand over fist

as it is

the population

at large

who suffers

completely

who dies

in vain

who

in their hearts

want

none of it

homes destroyed

lives shattered

broken

is the loving family

left alone

imprisoned by

the leaders

of both ruling factions

who are mainly to blame

still

the blind ignorance

of the sleeping masses

following as sheeple

herded eagerly along

into unknowing

self destruction

so too

myself

being guilty

as such

there is always

a piece

of accountability

responsibility

complacency

we must all face

viewed

through

a dirty mirror