They yelled,
The metal vines,
Covering them,
Nobody ever looked at them,
Blind to their past,
So blind,
So deaf,
To everything they say and do,
Nobody noticed the invisible ones,
Why,
They would chant,
Behind ironic lines,
But who's laughing,
The people with the oh-so-official badges?
Of course,
They never said they cared about the ones under their hands,
Playing as puppet masters,
Mockery,
The black and white colors,
On their clothes,
Symbolizing death,
Decaying skulls,
Screaming broken bones,
Give us a chance they say,
Saying a sure they hand them the keys,
Turns out they planned their demise,
And the first step out to freedom,
They were battered with insults,
And they were shot back to the cages,
Second chances don't exist anymore,
The world is growing cold,
But it's already an ice age.
In these empty walls,
Were would we go?
Back down to the metal boxes,
No out-of-the-box ideas,
Because they wear the colors of empty souls-
That lost their thoughts of freedom,
Ready to embrace the immortal Halloween,
The horror stories are true,
They march,
As their masters watch them,
With their gleaming stars on their chests,
How did they earn them?
Now they despise every glint they get from them,
Not used to seeing true light,
Accustomed to the dark,
Where they shut them in,
Now they grovel,
Keys of freedom?
Now, now
You've been lied to,
Because there's no such thing,
As being a free person,
Because everyone is watching you,
And one mistake,
And you'll get sent away...
Where nobody thinks good of you.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
