The system is corrupt.
Who?
Not just you,
But me, too.
And her.
And him.
All of us.
The ones in charge
And better off,
Than the ones in the gutter
That mutter and hope
For something new.
But once in a Blue Moon
We see the shift;
They band together
And help each other lift
The shattered edges of Society,
Like shards of glass
And tear-stained dreams.
Yet Society still gleams,
Bright and shiny
As the cracks stretch,
Closer than the edges.
YOU ARE READING
Poet of the System
PoetryFree-style, I guess. A view of the Who, Why, How, When, and Where of society and the system of it.
