Call it a Rant
- by Sophia Cac
As I stand on my ground,
gaze around me so cold.
I once just looked ahead, ignoring words nor work of others.
I focus on what I want, what I wish to gain.
I greed to make my dreams reality, working only with my company.
Yet now, just a moment ago, I realize what world this is.
"That's the world we live in,"
She said, her voice echoing into my ears as I finally look around.
It was so true, no lies.
It was so perfect, yet so messed up.
This world we created,
calling our selves Developers of Human race.
Yet my eyes says the truth.
"Humanity is gone."
We search for life on another planet,
only because we can never co-exist with our own kind.
We try to avoid what we made,
lifeless-waste-land it is.
School they call home,
yet what I see is we're only experiment in a lab room.
To test our brain for more use,
for more destructive plans for the planet Earth.
We see the world in books,
our head forcefully directed to pointless words.
Letting the papers decide our future, isn't it quite unfair?
No, it is fully unfair!
Think about this, my friend.
The different living things in our home,
we kill them only for taste,
we abuse them for the only fun of it.
Can you be satisfied for once?
How can we say hello to those that live in a foreign land,
when we can't even say hello to our own kind?
How can we bring goods to the foreign kind,
when we can't even heal ours?
We call them animals,
only because we think we're the only human kind.
We all think we're unique,
so rare and powerful.
Our pride have shield our sight,
away from those who whine in pain.
How can we fix this?
I've been caught in between choices.
Where I tempt to work on my own,
to ignore those who call for help and to reach for what I want.
To bring changes, to rise riches for my own satisfaction for the future
...
Yet, there it is.
A chance where I could make a mark,
to tell secrets that goverment have taken away from us.
To make this less painful,
to give life to those who have died.
If life gave you lemon,
you should make lemonade, right?
But which one would be the right thing to do,
the one flavored so sweet and right,
or the one which flavored with sourness and truth?
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Scattered Ink { Poetry/Quote }
PoetryInsomia, my dear friend, you've come to visit me once again. What's today features? Huh, I hope I didn't make too many failures. Oh a new one indeed, perhaps I could try one to confess my deeds? Alright, hand me the quil, my friend, don't go and wai...
