No Pride
Damn your town,
Damn your home;
"It's foul,
It's revolting."
It's not worth remembering
What they died for.
So retch as you gaze upon
It's rotten interior;
Shudder as you watch maggots Squirming in it's intestines.
But is it from repulsion?
Or... pleasure?
Damn your city,
Damn your home;
"It's miserable,
It's vile."
We are self destructive,
It is etched into our very bones.
We hate ourselves so
That we live just to spite ourselves.
We must spit on our own
Creations and poison it
From the inside out
To satisfy our cravings...
Damn your country,
Damn your home;
"It's hideous,
It's grotesque."
Yet still we hang above us,
From graffitied concrete walls,
Blue, white, red.
We grimace and shiver
In the frigid grey
That clings to our very beings.
And we nod to one another
And say; "We Love Our Country."
Damn our mouths,
Damn our tongues;
We are deceivers,
We are hideous.
For we have no pride anymore.
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SUBURBIA
Poesía❝Welcome to the godless suburbia we call home❞ • poetry inspired by the corrupt suburbs and cities of the world.
