Drawn Smiles

Working under a green company calling victim after victim,



Thinking what am I doing?



While my son is at a colorless school system,



Learning about how we should praise God and not question over what he tells us to do.







Earning money to support my dull eyed family,



But is it stealing even from a small monthly payment?



Hey, then again, I can see the smiles drawn on their faces,



That came from the lies and their narrowed eye sights.







Red eyes on the everlasting government,



Only making them giving back eyes on the dollar bill,



To those unconsciously that take the paper.





After waking up from sleeping pills you gave me for support,



I started praising you, my savior.



I’m everything you want me to be.



So my question is,



Who do you want me to be?





Has this world full of lies gone bonkers?



Or is it my craziness that conquers?



With these limited eyes I cannot tell,



But only gazing over the limited objects.



With this limited memory I cannot dwell,



But only looking over the required laws and subjects.







A land has many riches but with ignorant starving people,



Only to get their resources taken away by full stomachs.



Unknowledgeable hands all over the world helped their lacked action,



Trying to find a dead person that runs all over the land.







Are we like the lightening and they the clouds?



They go where they want and just makes us thunder down,



Since their white image turned all gray and big,



Making us the yellow workers that's the color of piss.



Being loud makes our work frightening,



But our cries are the ones that's loud.



As it inspires others to do the same thing unintentionally.







Has this world full of lies gone bonkers?



Or is it my craziness that conquers?



With these limited eyes I cannot tell,



But only gazing over the limited objects.



With this limited memory I cannot dwell,



But only looking over the required laws and subjects.







Forked tongues like to lash out on us,



While hiding behind a black square,



Waiting while we are not there.







But as I sit under a blossoming tree,



I think to myself,



Why is it so quiet?