©PmcCoywrites 2019

I don’t need a bed to drift off;
these days to have a nightmare.
I no longer fear the dark.
What terrifies me is the future.
And what it holds in its belly.

Take me aback to the ancient times.
I’m choking with this novel occult;
we all unknowingly belong to.
Where kids are taught evil as good.
And they paint good as evil.

I’m so tired of staying woke.
Let me sleep and be peaceful.
We’ve embraced what will make;
us less human and be super-human.
I’m losing my mind at these thoughts.

They create distractions for innocent children.
Their grips on us so strong.
Yet, the people sing their praises.
While they wallow more in unrecognizable *******.
‘Cause they present their tricks seemingly harmless.

We’re indoctrinated daily.
With their many charming channels;
with which they chain us.
We sell ourselves into slavery.
Even while we live like Freeborn.

The thought of tomorrow;
puts me off the purest ecstasy.
And I sometimes wish I was long gone.
‘Cause there are a million things;
I know I can never change.