Just a poem about some things that are wrong with the world today. |
Ghostly screams elude on the darkest night Like the sharpest blade piercing the silenced atmosphere Poison guiltlessly pummels and disperses through innocent souls Younger children are followers in a cult Successfully imitating wretched acts like this Adults fearfully flea to shelter Restless creatures linger like ebony clouds on a stormy day Unfazed by the insanity shamelessly created Yet the world keeps spinning. Monstrous demons skulk unseen like prevalent malefactors Dissimilar conformations are misleading advertisements Luring victims to an inescapable diabolism Poverishing the most tenacious of bonds More victims unwillingly diminish to this depravity Minds become incognizant Bodies fluently lose control Fragile hearts are broken Yet the world keeps spinning Bundles of meaningless green flow like eternal rivers Paper is the center of the universe Lives are stolen Righteous souls refashion to greed Like a casualty succumbs to its wounds Non-existent families grip forlorn hope without it Hope filled with depression, dejection, desolation While the rich chuckle at the forsaken Yet the world keeps spinning. When I sleep I can not dream Nightmares plague the delicate mind Like the most vigorous diseases destroy countries Hopeless tears fall from my eyes Lurid images congest my sights Overtaking my senses I still stand as the all-mighty symbol of love Never to be broken As the world keeps spinning. |