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Distress

And I have seen it, the end of this life

The only thing to do is sit down and cry

Shed tears for all that has been lost

Cry out for lines that never should have been crossed

People all around me, trapped behind their shells

They fake smiles protecting inside, their own bitter hell

Soon enough they all get what they deserve

The environment is used up, there is no reserve

The bible lies on the ground, its pages long decayed

We have worshipped a fake god, all to our dismay

The preachers, only preach their lies

Just sick old men wrapped up in a phony disguise

The animals, all running to the streets

Their homes, getting destroyed by selfish human greed

Our society, it sickens me

Along with what you let yourself be

Everyone lets me down

I feel like a king with a broken crown

I can't believe you're choosing drugs over help today

I can't believe you're killing yourself this way

There is no curing you, I guess

You like keeping my head in distress

Keyword: Distress

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Posted by ThomasP3 2008-04-22 16:49:11 .... Very strong words. Although I don't agree with some of it, the intent of the poem is understood. Good writing. + Report this comment
Posted by resistanceisfreedom 2008-04-22 18:50:47 .... Well thank you. Yes obviously people aren't going to have the same outlook as me on these subjects and i understand that. I'm not trying to brainwash anyone, that's not my objective. Just taking my personal thoughts and turning them into a poem. If we all agreed on the same things life would be very dull. + Report this comment

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