Mistrusted paintings in corners,
Faces that start to pass the time,
Etched into civilization's lies,
Disconnection continues its ascent,
With the ranks slowly decaying,
Slain justification on a thread.
Inspiration lost in chains as walls rise,
Needs from commitment push against flesh,
As dedication causes thoughts to fall,
Gashed knowledge and wants broken,
Wealth and warmth are no compensation,
Hatred of the selfish to cause hatred of all.
Pressed against the metal as lines are crossed,
Space is invaded with no outer reference,
Lungs clamped to erase the anguish and disgust,
Self image reflects only one fraction of many volumes,
Wishes for the 'hellos' and 'good days' of those,
Returns intended for few that bother.
Why do I continue to smile?
Why does this country remain intact?
Why does the system never change?
Why does love sometimes pressure?
Why is peace nonexistent?
Why is stupidity more important?
"There is fear that the world will be in chaos in years to come, that is just a delusion for those that cannot see what is already happening right now"