My blood boils at the simple thought of wanted ignorance.
You turn a blind eye to the bad dreams that have a physical fixation,
The toxic mindset of an empire
willingly throwing souls lost to the void and thrashed at the waist for offering.
No longer human or alive in your eyes,
Simply a toy, a game, A prize.
No you can't give me a straight answer for your wickedness,
I wouldn't expect you to.
When the flames finally corrupt you too, you'll know why everyone you thought you knew left you behind.
YOU ARE READING
Dichotomy
PoetryThe observant is always watching. Humanity is here and thriving, but our world won't be surviving our reign. Alive, but not noticed in living. Here we are. A new life, new words, a new start. Aug. 12th 2019 - June 18th 2021 Vol. 1
