Barred

When measuring dreams, it clearly depends,

who’s called a foe, who’s called a friend,

if you look right, you profit with ease,

but if you look wrong, you hang from trees,

 

as rude clique panels, press red buzzers,

on those, who feed the society buzzards,

who gorge upon, the man-made banes,

burning reason, to keep up the pains,

 

too many a cause, to pull a trigger,

thus, everyone becomes a gravedigger,

saying goodbyes, in cosmic bursts,

with “worthy” wars, mankind works,

 

with such a divide, jealousy waits,

for Chapman, paused at the gates,

to shoot down John, in the Park,

imagine all the people, hating Mark,

 

hence, not everyone, is in the same boat,

jagged streams, means migrants can’t float,

and the money is sent, to somewhat sports,

that in turn, means our health aborts,

 

cancerous stupidity, we repeat,

when we win, we define defeat,

as all around us, becomes the scarred,

the choice remains, to list the barred!