Self proclaimed kings and queens
sitting on nameless thrones,
built on innocent people's tombstones.
Young ones falling over sticks and stones,
failing to pay their loans,
trying to make it in a world full of clones,
clones like hyenas out for their bones,
with their zombie faces hovering over the newest phones.
Voices full of resentment
and filled with judgmental undertones,
governments seats taken by cyclones,
assuming it's their right
to take what someone owns.
Public spaces contained with tv drones,
their cameras capturing children's tears dripping of their cheekbones.
Papers plastered with
individuals having no homes,
where is the heart of reporters laughing
over crisis into their microphones?
Because as soon as the spotlight changes,
their seemingly understanding eyes
turn back to their iphones,
listening ears are
being stuffed by headphones
and honest hearts
go back to the old restricted ways,
destroyed by guns and buried under gravestones.
©️TrueTrizz
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White Lies • a decade's diary
PoetryAbout the girl I used to be, am currently and will be in the future. • » Look in the mirror and you'll see me clearer « • white lie noun plural noun: white lies a harmless or trivial lie, especially one told to avoid hurting someone's feelings.
