Dark Classics

83. Chaos

Mess on the ground, calling the cops
Upon the call, you turned into a sidewalk
Blewing another day, wishing to be alright
Kicking things that aren't necessary to hear at night

Cheaper than cheaters, fouling the rights
Beating up the justice, crossing the line
If they run, they would be killed in time
Calling the justice, but justice isn't mine

Eyelids turning red, causing me to scream
Tearing my shirt, fighting for what I wanted
Bleaching my hair, turning it grey to surveil
Crime scenes never been exposed, but hidden

Thinking about themselves, can't think of others
Corrupted process, leaving some scars from its country
Feared people, always came from distress
Life gones cruel and people too, already seen in clear

People runs in a society
Pretending to change the concept
Hallucinating people, torturing them
Why can't they help them instead?

Feeding unhealthy, fading peace
Some news are fake, having poker face
Can't tell what's truth, mouth filled with tapes
Don't know what to do, transparents aren't showed in

People can't have any justices
They wanted human rights to be fair
But what they see is abominations
Why can't we have of what we wanted for?

Youths are suffering, voices are weak
You call for youths, but gave them silence
The rights for them should be preserved
We all are hoping for what is better

Through the years, I dreamed for peace
Leaders from the society, can't cooperate in it
Everything is difficult, for us to trade
Trading something that someday we want to fulfill

This chaos should stop, we should pursue an action
Pour the world with a cup of unity from every zone
Build a better conclusions and serve things fairly
For the best examples for the next generations to be

Written in: January 31, 2019
Published in: April 21, 2020