By Arcassin Burnham
Brainwashed over time to not believe the theories,
Talking , why you speak to Siri?
For all your problems , you get weary,
I let God sort it out,
Hasn't come down from the throne,
His presence was there since birth,
But I hope he desends his physical on Earth,
So the lust and the evils will disappear,
No longer embezzling death and fear,
Do your research on everything and you'll be fine
In a world this crooked dear,
And they say,
"People take care of their phones like pets instead of really taking of themselves",
And that's why the parents nowadays need professional help,
And counseling for the love ones they lost to text messages and tweets,
Did the tax dollars really just move on their own and grew feet,
Man the devils busy just like God has funny ways of miracles,
Rope is tight for black people that America provoked,
Staging wars for other countries trying to kill us , Trump that's you?
The end is near , and they are gonna sensor this by the time that I get this through.
- Author: Arcassin Burnham (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 25th, 2017 10:40
- Comment from author about the poem: ©abpoetry2017 http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/06/wicked-witches-30-days-til-july-saga.html
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 26
Comments2
You write well, and you definitely have some valid points, but I am more of an optimist and believe that good will eventually prevail.
Good strong write.
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