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


Wow...that was great. And I love the photo of the mirror. Thanks!