…….You know nothing, looking to believe in something; you construct from the fears and anxieties that mold thee, it has reduced you to a flea, a parasite basking in misery. Belief is not knowledge, nor can you master life with pure knowledge, that takes being the knowledge, which could be a challenge, most are too busy being stylish, but I’ll pull up in a old mobile with a lot of mileage, feeling like Bela Lugosi cause I’m surrounded by foolish child after foolish child, so it’s never a good evening, their presence isn’t pleasing, a constant reminder how life be cheating, got innocent live’s fleeting, their parents deserved the beating. A foolish child had a child and it was needy, all because the parents was greedy; had a home but cut corners on structure and spiritual teachings, and now the world is profusely bleeding.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
it's crazy, dear Poet
I'm reading your insightful words
and becoming more, despondent
wondering:
(if
we exist in a cyclic, regressive epoch
of 'parentless children'
birthing
'parentless children'
divorce, as financial action plans
and those 18 years, of payments
as a reductive, valuation
of a child's, worth...
who to judge, where to point
a finger
how to end
this societal cycle of degradation?
how do we teach
what no one, deigned
to teach, us?!)
It’s a social, spiritual tragedy, one that’s having a very real effect
The bloodsucker reference “being too busy being stylish” is right on point-great imagery Like the picture above-thanks for sharing this fantastical truth
Thank you.
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