Ignorance and blindness
Good morning World
Hey all you people out there,
Wherever you are,
Clothed, haired, naked, or bare.
Whatever your name may be, Whatever you see in me.
What have you done?
In your going and in your life.
Where will you go?
In growing and in your strife.
What are you,
Fighting for?
Wake up, put on some skin,
Some eat and many don't,
Off to work, or to find it, or lose it, Or have someone else do it for you.
There are others, good and bad,
To make you feel.. Something.
You'll leave and go to a family, or Maybe no place at all and think About the day, possibly about the Future,
A dream, a problem, a struggle, or About yourself.
What matters, what belongs on the Shelf of the everyday?
Is it animal skin, plant fibers, and Plastic that drive us forward?
The need to meet the standards of a New trend set by those with money And those who think they have it?
What drives us to lose our Identities so wholly to the labels Smacked on our backs by an age of Degradation and degeneration?
Silence acknowledges the fight for Individuality with a cold stare and The remnants of a distant world Still wet upon its cheeks.
Freaks, lesser, nothings, outcasts, Fat, ugly, weird, too smart, stupid, Foolish, ignorant, prick, asshole, Bitch, wetback, nigger, white-trash, Thug, coolie, chinaman, cracker, Jap, creep, chink, monkey, bastard, Dummy, monster, chump, punk, Faggot, gay, psycho, retard, slut, Loner, boring, geek, queer, nerd, Snob, no-life, smartass, strange, Emo, kaffir, goth, antisocial, odd, Moron, pussy, square, arrogant, Racist, stalker, wuss, 4-eyes, Wannabe, fake, barbie, white, Worthless.
Labels one and all, cracks leading To the cliff, and the fall thereafter.
And yet worth more than any moo, Chirp, cackle, or howl, more than a Rustle, a burst of color and Sedentary flora, that all give being To the intricate minds that run like Mucus across the sand and snow.
We stumble over the catchy slogans And insults we let define us, too Scared to do it alone, and too full To atone.
Only to gape and turn, stomachs Churn and emotions burn hot with The pride of one with everything Given from birth.
Unrest turned to hatred, idleness Transformed into raw bones,
Bloodied and stinging in all its Girth.
Marred by a refusal to acknowledge Time, and an unwillingness to Share the blame.
What lies therein the future for a Present with none to claim it.
Lost within the meaningless banter Of man.