Observational Humanity

25 1 0
                                    

Hope is fading like rust in the wind

Countries collide, people die, regimes rise

A blister on society is the human condition

Darwinism at it's finest, but is it purification?

Or sanctification of another kind, genoicde of a 

populace, crowd control of a horrific sort, 

a massacre of the world for an order we don't understand

Children in gaza,planes in ukraine, gassing in syria

As a planet we watch on in mutual horror, as individuals

we go about our daily business, letting it not affect us,

but socially torturing our friends with promises of change

We are a society of believers, thinkers and people who do

But they are now to far and between to make a difference on the

mundane many, self absorbed and possessive, a blight on our

now awful society, thinking freedom is a right of way to subservience

We give more to get it back, But every right you hand over is a right 

forefathers fought so hard to protect, This is a true collapse of a system

Of a freedom mislabelled as servitude, Of the chosen few who make 

decisions for the many, Of the dark groups in the shadows manipulating society

We have given much for nothing, pissed on the graves of diggers who died,

obliterated the hopes of the wild and young, imprisoning future generations 

in a cesspool of baser humanity, they don't want you to think,

they need you to simply mate feed kill and repeat.

You've reached the end of published parts.

⏰ Last updated: Jul 28, 2014 ⏰

Add this story to your Library to get notified about new parts!

Observational HumanityWhere stories live. Discover now