How come there appears to be no justice in this world?
The ****** get rich and powerful,
The drug dealers get free homes and free food,
The rapists and animal abusers go free,
And somehow, we will let criminals in office,
Yet others spend their lives behind bars.
The rich watch the poor from their golden towers,
Bellies, full and fat.
Laughing as the starved fight over their scraps.
Committing crimes that make the devil blush,
Determining how much or little those “beneath them” get,
And how much.
Artists die young,
Creating pieces that were once sung.
Innovators are drowned out by profit.
Voices once strong, choked by greed
Carving your own path is “illegal”
Self-sustenance is “selfish”
Terminating life is a “right”
And living free is a crime...
America and the people within are hated,
Full of mindless bloodshed to **** the “mutt”
Women are mistreated,
And men never get to see their sons.
Why??
“My God is superior”
As the minor differences lead to war
“Allah,””God,””Gods,”
Can they not see it is all the same?
They all claim they know the answer,
They are all fools
For no one truly knows what’s on the other side
Some have claimed to dance there for a short time.
But, who’s to say what they saw was real?
Belief of something that cannot be proven
A Maker, A puppeteer pulling the strings of fate
Is the entity really there?
Or are the prayers sent to the skies unheard?
If there’s no answers, what is left?
Explored a darker side of writing after someone important to me mentioned it one day. Was a refreshing time. Hope y'all enjoy