Arent we all suffering from intellectual paralysis; stuck in hands of devil?
We made education an excuse to earn money
We have sold our character in the name of diplomacy
Is not it funny that we have humans made of plastic not of heart & soul
Devoid of feelings, consideration, genuine connection and value; utter garbage
We feel pain only to mask it with big giggles without holding space for us
We have living in gender roles; as mom, dad or daughter
In this hustle and bustle we have put purpose and service away
We are just zombies putting each other down stuck in rut just juggling
We once gave world a zero to write but now world is giving us zeroes everywhere
Does it feel like a dark spell of nemesis where you don't know whom to trust who is real?
You can't breathe in air without gasoline nor say whats on our mind without getting disgraced
We buy our kids good but never sit with them to connect and problem solve with empathy
We dont be ourselves then damage our kids to fit into those gender roles selling honesty
Values these days are seen as a way of low-lives and excuse to manipulate
Arent we all suffering from intellectual paralysis; stuck in hands of devil?
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Tears of Rose: A Poetry Collection
PoetryWelcome to my musical diary A collection of some of emotions and insights from daily life Extremely clinche and dark. Be careful. Read at your own risk. (Humans only)
