A perfect imperfect world

It’s a cracked up world sometimes
Cranked up and tanked up
On wars that reside in bedrooms
Refereed by government states
Great!
But ill-advised
Where health-care means health-shares
In the greatest corporate model of greed
But fulfills the greatest need
And we are supposed to still believe
That we all bleed, and breed
Same blood

It’s a medicated world sometimes
Where drugs replace self-love and self-esteem
Where people are dying to believe
That their love is worthy
And politics replace religious intent
And instead of finding middle grounds
We lean right or too far left
In depurative rounds
And bites become sounds
And bytes become sends
And truths become mixed
But messages become fixed

Personal wars wage
Between acceptance and rage
And somewhere in between
Fat and thin, between love within
And love without
Between addiction and intervention
And sometimes obsessive quests
You can just bet, on another gamble
Scrambled pitch about what it means
And what it meant
To be…
And to be loved
Completely…
Like in birth
And then in death
If you never felt quite right