Various Poems

3. Scarecrow Of The Ages

The light at midnight constantly blinds your eyes
You spend to much time in the darkness now you can't fight
Unintentional tears and endless headaches, so much for following the steps to sleep well
Insomnia is something you have conquered but still keeps looking for you
All you can do is close your eyes and drink milk with prayers while shadow fiends creeps under your bed.

Being in a chain of command, voting someone who doesn't deserve it
Gave you two hundred pesos, and in an instant your mind is set
The color blue, so peaceful
But never I have ever expect the chaos and cheating it retrospects
Pretending to be someone you aren't, finding yourself who isn't real, portraying a role that everybody wants you to be.

Your lyrics are cheap, so as your personality
Never heard of a Karen, that's you actually
Never moved by words, only money
Mixed up peace and silence
Pulled the loosen threads of the forgotten choker under the bed
The watchers are invading your privacy through innovative technology with a microchip
Your whole life is a novel based around the slayer rule
Because you live to die in the end, instead of living to make a difference.

Stone cold bodies from the tempest
Looking for the president who already did his best
But when the past administrations, never complained about corruption
Stood quietly while savage cannibals eat each part of your body
Poverty under the streaks of summer and grief
Yellow like unheroic, cowardice and chickenhearted
Critiqued by stealing words from a dictionary, at least I'm stating facts and not fake promises.

Everything is all fine like nothing horrible had happened
It was the talk of the town and one day they can't reminisce it
But someone lifted it like weights and rant like a childish idiot
Letting the superiors decide your future, believing professional lies from gold chained Pinocchios
Complain about things that are consistent, discriminate anyone you see in the street
Congratulations you're a Karen
A courier of a contagious disease
Negativity.

You're the scarecrow of the ages
Standing quietly for decades
Crows in your arms, letting it corrupt the farm
One might assume you're dead
Goodluck with your conscience while sleeping in bed
So let's close the book with a deadly flourish.