Poet of the System

How?

The system is corrupt.

How?

Take a look around.

People on the streets

With nowhere to go

And they know

That it's hard to strife

And survive

In this damned system of ours.

Humans

Brought down to nothing,

Torn and stripped

Of their selves.

They want to live life

Alive.

But some are already gone,

Due to their broken hearts

And each unachieved dream.

They want to leave

Through the shine of knife,

And forget

Through every teardrop of whiskey.

Each strand of wispy

Hair lost and

Each red vein

Darkening the eyes.

They're tired of tiring

Themselves

From the work and lack of work.

And each joking remark

Deepens the hurt.