There's a rise in suicides
Everybody wants to die
The only way they feel alive is a temporary high
Everybody's on drugs
Stuck medicating when they could
Little kids doing things they shouldn't but telling people it's good
This is the society we are living in
Where people struggle fitting in
Where the only thing that matters is their body image being thin
An instagrammable lover
Talking to another
When their partners at home buying them a hummer
When depression is a slumber
And another awful virus which is called Corona
from a death of a stoner
And black lives seem to matter only when there's another number
Of a black man's death
Struggling for his breath
While an officers foot is on his neck
A world that once was happy
But has now turned so crappy
A society that knows nothing about being happy
It only knows the sadness that covers up their mind
And everyones bio is a reminder to be kind
Where sexism is still a still a thing and there's no remorse
Where we have to get our points across by using force
Even when a suffragette got killed by a horse
But this is the world we live in right now it's here and set
But it's not gonna change because no ones ready for that conversation yet
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Author:
Chick (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 5th, 2021 09:31
- Comment from author about the poem: Society now is disgusting....
- Category: Sad
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Comments4
Well written E.F.
I can understand why it might be difficult to find for many today, but is there nothing you can identify as funny, amusing, optimistic?
Another very good poem EF, right from the heart with a lot of truth in it. I love the line 'An instagrammable lover'. You made up a great word here. I might even steal it from you for one of my future scribbles.
You are right, I do feel sorry for my grandchildren and do hope the world will become a better place. And poems like this will help draw attention to these problems. Well done!
Wow....beautifully done but remember there will always be dark & light it all depends on what we wish to focus on.
Ended so magnificently, with not many wish to have an honest open conversation...
Inspirational stuff!
Keep up the write
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