Call it luck! Heart! Love! God!
Call it stuck! Hurt! Hate! Fraud!
It always stays the same.
Empty words filling empty lines.
Oh! so hard to define.
Maybe they have fame.
But they are so poor in content
In a world that is nothing more
Than a filled paper, a filled trick, at it's core.
A paper without meaning? An understatement!
A world that hates upon
the weak and the minorities
who actually constitute a very strong majority
A world that only laughs at them
to dispell it's fear of them
Call it luck! Heart! Love! God!
Call it stuck! Hurt! Hate! Fraud!
The society is an hypocrisy
An hypocrisy that you welcome
An hypocrisy that you become
But it is only the illusion of democracy
•January 15th 2020•
YOU ARE READING
try to forget
Poetrywhat if i just run away? run away and never look back? would that be freedom? - collection of my english poetry in opposite order
