jark

godless nation

furious hatred leaves us so divided,

comments section where i find myself confided

instead today ill write a poem, i decided,

hope it will help when my head starts to spin

i heard a kid today brought a pistol to school

knowing a cop would judge, jury and execute

his poor soul, end his life before his teens.

that kid feared god, there’s a serious fear in me

that this godless nation can be pretty obscene

to its starved and stuck, homeless and hopeless,

there’s a fear in me that i’ll go with the motions

well complaining about complacency

doesn’t change much does it,

i fear for my loved ones who don’t know of it

that they’re stuck too,

they’d do anything they could…

if only they knew

the extent to the godlessness, we’ve achieved a lot

set the ocean on fire, built the biggest of bombs

that is until the biggest one we have goes off,

we’ve burned forests to make a fortress

for all of our connivence, we ignore war to discuss

women who have a penis.

we’ve achieved so much but look what we’ve got

we’ve maximized brain rot,

a phone in my pants, when not in my hands

social distance, a sickness leaves me afraid

with medical precision advertisements are made

while medical supplies and bodies fill graves

the stitches in our clothes sewed by slaves

the riches we “own” is merely our wage

it’s self evident, the monsters self satirizing,

it makes me fear how i’m supposed to behave