Poetry

Self-Genocide

When you walk in the halls with your head hanging low,

The halls where kids here and there are pushing and shoving to get to their classes

The same halls where you're not allowed to be free and enjoy your space

Because everyone around you judges,

In those halls,

have you ever once considered that what you're being taught doesn't even compare to the cruel reality of this hateful world

Kids all around are in a lock,

Manipulated and used by the device that fits so perfectly in their small luke-warm hands.

We are nothing more than societies play-toy,

Obeying and following orders given down to us without a second thought

Conform, Conform

They watch as Piercing cries begin to fill the open air,

They watch as we Panic pacing back and forth as if there wasn't a single atom of oxygen in our bodies,

Screaming for help, but not a single voice is heard,

Living through the media,

They laugh at us as we die en masse

They feed off our dead bodies,

Taking every single penny from us, as if our lives were useless

Compared to the greens coming from multi millionaires who are corrupt by consumption

And here we stand, puppets on a string,

Standing as one nation as we all sing,

"...And to the republic for which it stands, one nation under god, indivisible with

Liberty and Justice for all"

But as we sing this song, our nation silently falls

Corrupt and Consumed by hateful energy

Our culture is Dying

And with it Our People are Dying

And we, the New Generation, are expected to stay blind and Fall one by one?

To play this game, To stand as 'One'?

But like a Lion we are ready to pounce at any time

This is Our Culture, We must reclaim our dignity

We are the children who will define this generation

The keepers holding the future in soft hands, the keepers holding the information

But we are not the ones building it into the place we wanna live

We are controlled and told what to do

"This is good for you"

So as we stand back and watch history on a screen

The symbol of the nazi swastika doesn't seem to reinforce the evil it represents

We don't see the true horror behind that symbol

The truth for what it really is...

Because we are blinded and we neglect the world for how chaotic it used to be

And we succumb to the status quo

We give in to the rules and regulations

Not a single thought comes to mind of how terrifying this one little symbol can be

"Heil!" You scream in the classroom taking stand

as you command the muscles within your body to reach out and point to the ceiling with each finger connected side by side

Looking around and laughing because history is a joke to you

History is a joke

We need to stop feeding the media,

Stop giving them what they want

Because right now we are the prey and they are the predators

Hunting us down with everything they got

In just the snap of their little fingers, Boom

Everything is gone.

Your freedom, your thoughts, your culture

But not for long...

We are the ones we have been waiting for

We are the echoes of the cosmos

We will no longer walk through the halls with our heads faced down,

No longer push through the crowds without a single thought in mind

We will become the very being that the government, the people of power will despise

We'll be wise as serpents

We will make the earth tremble beneath our feet

And make the thunder shout our names

We are here

-Masked C