Hate it but it’s true
It's hard,
Life —begins and ends at random
Tragedies follow celebrations
Winter comes before Spring
Sometimes death precedes birth
We mourn, we laugh, we fear, we hope
Bathing our hands with hot tears
Spending our days abed shunning the sun
The medley goes on, revealed per second
Beneath a moonless sky we rush
We sing, we pray
nothing works
It's hard
We lose ourselves pleasing bosses
Convincing our sons
To work the hardest
Defacing our daughters with paint and brushes
Instilling unto them vapid values
Look at them—they stand unclad on platforms
Line up rigidly like Russian soldiers
Their feet platforms too!
Their parched lips thick with pink and red rouge
Their ridged ribs mocking long costly gowns
Diamonds winking on their necks as though to say;
Pageants! Oh – O how sullen do they seem!
Their eyes sparkle salad, their thighs sticky thin
Angels —they call them,
But oh! Inside that stick is a demented little girl
Longing to breakout in a song,
Yearning to twirl around amid a field of lilies
Wondering if she could ever lay her hand on a burger,
Just like her friend Jill does
Hoping to careless about what she eats and how her hair looks
Aye! Life is a game that must be played
Life, goes on, it's hardness unremitting
Fickle, fickle it alters, quick!
Swaying like the hands of the pendulum
Today we see children drowning in the Aegean Sea
We riot wringing our hands
Spitting fiery discourse, like fireflies we buzz in a whim
Unsure of what we're standing for
Why were hot with anger
Why we are indifferent at times
But we chime obscenities anyway
Because our neighbor Peter is doing so
And so we yell
They mustn't come here
We clamor, but, in truth—tomorrow it could be we – no, it can't be!
We ascertain ourselves as if we know for a fact
We feel invincible for the moment
For its in our suits to be so
O, how shameful!
It seems we've learned nothing from Ancient Rome
We learned nothing from The Third Reich!
No, they mustn't come here, they must fight
Besides, they will sully our children's children,
Meddle with our beliefs and what not!
O, but how our eyes are yoked with haze
We pray for tomorrow,
In fact, we love tomorrow, fairly often do we utter
With conviction 'tomorrow' as if we know
For a fact that it'll come
Let there be a reminder that for some, tomorrow shall never be!
Some would never wake to see it dawns
That's just a cruel fact
I'd be cautious of that word if I were you
And also bear in mind that
Tomorrow's hope is today's failure
Others begin and begin again
Whilst most wait for Fridays to click glasses
And pop bottles
We burn our eyes before the tv,
Purge our insecurities online
Cursing others
We so vain
No, we're in pain
And suspense remains at hand
We're lost, —lost a game we never begun
And those that did so have run out of steam
We watch them smolder
No sooner do we rush to their side do they demand tranquilizers,
capsules and needles
Addiction!
We heal our souls with medicine
Fully aware that the pain in us is beyond our reach
Yet we clutch a bottle of Valium, Ibuprofen or Motrin PM —anyway
We say we can't sleep!
Yet we spend most of our nights keeping up with E-online and every other segment to keep-up with
Why are we existing, instead of living?
Then we stand in awe when Men killing Men
Yet we keep our deepest fears beneath
The mask of thousands pills,
Beer bottles,
Make-up and credit expenditures
—Why?
No more do we love for love
Or its purity
But we love to obtain status and things
Recognition weighs more than friendship
We value materials more than our children
Guns in our bosom
Let's defend
What really? If a man or a woman
Understands the meaning of his or her being here
Wicked ways would vacate the world!
Take this and think in earnest
Live, love and repeat
Everyday!