Random Poems

Down World Spiral

I have to admit
I never thought that I
Would make it this far.
Life is not supposed to be 
Easy, yet all I feel is fear
And dread.

What makes this life so hard?
I fear that my government
Is trying to get me killed
In ways that my Mother 
Always warned me about.
Yet I do not know if I can be
Saved.

The life of a woman
Now is harder still.
Will I be raped and killed
Or will a shooter be my demise?
Why is it okay to have
People touch me against my
Will? Am I really just a doll?
They say that I have no right to 
My own body. I wonder if that is why
I feel like I'm watching everything unfold
From the sky?

The grownups and adults near by
Are always telling us that we need to have 
Plans for our future.
But who plans ahead five
To ten years, when in that same
Span of time could very well be our 
End? And to run us into the ground with
Debt, just to fill their pockets high?
It all just makes me sick to my stomach.

How can I feel safe
When the world that I know
Is in chaos? A life so short
Can hardly be called a life at all.
The world is sick,
And Mother Nature is trying her best.
It's hard to be a Mother,
When your children just make 
Everything worse.

Something must stop
An era needs an end.
What better way to stop the spread 
Of humanity than with a flu
Where the vaccine is 
Just out of reach.
Let us experience Darwinism
At its finest.

Humans are the true plague.
Have you ever thought of that?
With the way we kill everything in
Sight, all in the name of survival.
Trees that eat up the Carbon Dioxide
Waters that give us all life
Animals that can be our greatest
Companions or our greatest meal.
Somehow we destroy it all.
Can you really call this survival
When the end product is our own
Death?