Drain the well of words, see the lack of thought thereof and the realisation that twenty sixteen was. The year of dead dreams: now philosophy, ironically, has stagnated for all to see.
Subjective now objective the
objective to subject them,
those who don’t agree, who dare not to see. racist
liberal greedy illogical free
market closed minded. Bleeding heart, catastrophising.
Open then forced to close, like the case of our time, you stay in your bubble i'll stay in
mine.
People of our planet causing constant verbal crime.
Support the change.
Triggered and deranged, hold back the wave racist white slaves,
No grey.
All
clean.
Two poles.
All extreme. The fence wrenched down now the world is a battleground, a trillion words floating around, proudly
yelling factual blurs, rage and cursing, homophobic slurs, one comment to
another warring as lost brothers on every topic that we conceive.
Hear no evil
see none too but speak it all and claim its for the good you do, debates no
longer exist baiting is the key, cool kids getting edgy to swim in the screams.
Two sides now two lines.
Parallels, one direction no change no shift, bullshit
take a stride, turn, ride into the night with open eyes see the chinks in
their armour and yours and mine. Arguments turn to war no victor, brains
littered with bodies intellectual litter causing young minds to decay in fathoms.
have you ever heard
the tragedy of humans reverting to animals?
Footnote: This is more of a spoken word piece that will evolve into that medium when i feel confident to do so, in the meantime here's the written poem.
~ Peace
