we had become denatured.
it had come to the point where we weren't human anymore, but seen as a flock of sheep, all imitating the sins and despair coming from another sheep.
an organization of no importance that moved with harmony and in sync, the most useless organization.
our spheres of influence became those around us, then those around them, and around them, until we were all in tune with each other, all in sync.
but even as a flock of sheep, there was still the outcasts of society; these were the black sheep, the gray sheep who's wool became more valuable than normal, plain white wool.
we were the followers who went out to become these sheep, yet we still discriminate against them, and against anybody with the slightest flaw.
our society is an organization of hate crimes, discrimination, harassment.
yet we continue to believe there is nothing wrong.
yet we continue to go on as if we don't see these sins in front of us.
when will this world stop lying to itself and change?
when will this world turn around and punish for these crimes.
justice! will be served- justice! must be served!
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Poetryearth → purgatory → heaven // hell ↓ illusion my poem compilation from the past year ♤ lowercase intended ♤
