paradise

once a paradise 
a perfect place 
for perfect eyes
but peace
did not stay late
it seems our fate
had always been
to lust after gain
a brother was slain
the first taste of pain
sweet juice of an apple
bitten in vain

we have not changed. 
blow out our own brains
keep women in cages 
burn down our own places 
in unprovoked rages 
tear out poet’s pages
find love too enraging

they are
enticed by lies
devils disguised
fucking fantasise 
of taking children’s lives 

the root of their greed
a penny for their pocket
they’ll take all you have 
and insist you’ve still got it
they’ll wring you dry
and demand you give more
then use the loose change
to fund a world war

send good men to fight
while they kick up their feet
what are a few bodies
when victory is sweet?
turn the gun on yourself
no one will help
call you a coward
watch as you melt

i am
tired
of screaming
hopelessly dreaming
of an end to this feeling
i will not turn cold 
no matter the strain
run to my page
until i go insane 

if violence is normal
perhaps insanity is best
if madness involves
holding love in your chest 
then let us go mad
let us riot it out
let us love so much
we forget how to shout

let us try to be kind
let us forget money 
let us feed each other 
remain soft, funny 

i want to be
soft

i want to be soft
i want to be soft. 

12:44pm - 19/7/26