This is a poem I wrote as part of my 30 day challenge.
Such an odd time to be born.
Between worlds torn.Resources from us snatched.
My hopelessness to my dread matched.A burning world I inherited.
My deeds weren’t merited.No jobs, no land, no freedom.
To capital owners belongs the kingdom.Pull yourselves up by your shoelaces, they say.
But less than the bare minimum is what they pay.Our minds were insidiously hijacked.
Cheap dope us on was stacked.Dangled in front of us, sugar, sex and cheap entertainment.
Severely restricted our actualisation’s attainment.We have freedom to choose, we believe.
But, from this illusion we have no reprieve.I call upon you to look through this smoke.
Otherwise, while dying your life will look to you like a joke.
