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Ella Nov 2021
The system savagely supresses,
conspires against, controls,
feeds temptations and lies;
A physical chokehold attempting
to propagandise and
halt your higher vibration.

Connect and sea the waves of mysteries,
you’re following a system so wicked and deluded they’d rather see dead
bodies wash ashore,
than save dying children
from pover-tea
This is a battle field;

No mans land

A lunch time conversation

We don’t know truth
until we seek it;
don’t know corruption
until we open our eyes.

This is a system
built to fail
built to stimulate wars,
starvation
I don’t know about
you but this
is not my lunch time conversation.
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Ritz Jun 2021
So now you ask, what’s the problem with our system?

You. Society.

Society sends such powerful storms their way,
Forcing them to measure every grief, that never decays.

They climb on a ladder, and put it in their cookie jar,
Until it’s full and can’t hold any more, reaching the stars.

Then it explodes,
Life sends them into sensory overload.

And every glance you send their way,
They wonder if they will ever be okay.

But they never are,
And never will be, with such deep battle scars.

So when the clouds fill the sky,
And the stakes are high.

Yells and sirens fill the air,
With hope, love, and despair.

They make a mistake,
And like glass, they break.
Like Broken Glass...

The last part.
Ritz Jun 2021
[I gave you every opportunity. I spared no expense. A place to live, clothes, food, dollars, pennies, and cents. I gave you something, you could never have, I gave you a second chance.]

No, you were so busy giving “justice” to all,
That you didn’t even give us a second glance when we called.

Making it hard to think and believe.
Waiting for you to lie and deceive.

[Who do you think I am?]

A system more criminal than justice.
A system that can’t be trusted.

[What are you trying to say?]

You neglected to see our problems and sent us to the iron forge when we were like broken glass.
Glass that was once gold, that had now turned into brass.

An unknown alloy, that you had assayed, and instead of strengthening our vulnerabilities, you planted a wedge and swung away.

The only thing left were sharpened knives that go right through the bone, you left us in the wild, all alone.

All because of this system. This very concept of justice.
The thing that broke us again, the one that we trusted.

We were made of untold stories and unsaid words
All you had to do was listen to our songbirds.

We’re then taken from unstable homes,
Sent to meet the state with fear in our bones.

[I tried to heal your old scars,
I gave you a home -so many- without bars.]

Emotionally and cognitively we’re damaged,
Moving from home to home like baggage.

Every day, our lives were set ablaze,
Making us rack up more placements than birthdays.

Those temporary homes led to one,
More permanent than we’ve ever known.

[We spend more money on investigations,
Then keeping together families and their relations.]

But this time it wasn’t bullets that tore apart our lives,
It was papers, that cut through it like knives.

[So it’s no surprise that they strike back, in dispassionate anger, they crack.]

Robbed of stability and equal education.
We’re then turned out onto the streets, without a destination

[Offending a society,
That broke them entirely.]

At a disproportionate risk of being incarcerated.
Feeling desolate, lonely, and hated.

And so, like stars, we rest in endless voids,
We exist, destructive, yet innocent like meteoroids.

Falling from the sky.
And once it lands, our light will die.

Why?

Abuse, threats, humiliation, and deprivation,
Have burdened us with PTSD and a lack of medication.

[We moved forward, from those mental institutions,
Away from the barbarity of its persecution.]

Yet we’re criminalized because of our mental illness,
Thought as over-prescribed psychotropic sickness.

[But then why do we sentence thousands of young people,
Of which 70% have mental problems, that are lethal?]

We’re under-served with what we need to heal,
Isolated, we end up trying to fight the things we feel.

[Is our incarceration,
A reminiscent of that situation?]

Our hearts made of glass, minds made of stone.
We’re robbed of the responsibility we’ve never even known.

[We send them to a place with a culture of violence,
Where mental health issues are locked in silence.]

[Alas, doing nothing and unmoving we sit.
There’s blood on our hands, from the crimes we commit.]

Because our mind is the lock,
Made of chains as hard as rocks.

But those restraints, you cannot see.
Our mind may be the lock, but it is also the key,

The very thing that won’t let us be,
Is the one meant to set us free?

From a place filled with debris,
A place we never meant to see?

A place where we’re denied a sense of privacy,
Its “security” only gives us anxiety.

[Considering everything you’ve done,
How do I know that you won’t try to run?]

It may make sense, in your defense.
But it shouldn’t be at our mind’s expense.

We shouldn’t suffer at the hands of our defendants,
Thrown in solitary confinement, for twisted independence.

Handcuffed and shackled
We’re treated like rotten apples.

Thrown away for 20 hours at a time,
Exceeding the need for restraints for a single crime.

We’re inmates isolated and impaired,
Being baked to death, or lips turning blue in despair.

If you listen real closely,
There’s banging to protest being killed slowly.

Living in a “school for crime”,
The “tricks of the trade”, an unwanted pastime.

[Seventy-seven a day is our track record,
68% of them, a number we can’t afford]

Incarcerated for low-level crimes, is a violation.
Yet, we’re buddies with “shot-callers”, and their association.

For no reason,
We’re convicted of treason.

He said “I’m here on an armed robbery, held a loaded gun to the cashier’s head”
I would’ve pulled the trigger if it did any good, I woulda “shot him dead.”

Yet, what he didn’t say, was that it was neon green,
With water inside, sloshing, a distinct aquamarine.

But he was still sent to trial and convicted.
Sentenced to three years, due to pain he had not even afflicted.

Now, tell me where is your justice, or justification?
Why was he sent to jail, for the lack of medication?

Your theory of by which fairness is administered,
By imprisoning people excluded from society has now become sinister.

[Two out of every three,
Are in facilities, as restricted as they can be.]

What about her? Why was she convicted for “kidnapping”,
Kids from a home, in which love was lacking?

Where they were locked up in the dark,
Treated like dogs, who can’t do anything other than bark?

[But it is, and that is what we do,
Very soon, the bill will come due.]

Because we’re the slaves of this system, the hands in those bonds,
The wings in those chains, the blood in these ponds.

[(And) when they discover who they are, they’ll be free, we tell
them. They’re disembodied voices asking for pleas, but all we do is condemn.]

[You’re pointing fingers at me]

No, we tried to open a lock that had no key.
We tried to swim through a blood-red sea.

All this time we’re finding ourselves,
But didn’t know that we were lost in itself.

We had no desire to be here,
We wanted freedom, not destruction, but looking into a mirror,

The only thing we saw was fear.
But no one else did, and so, we were invisible, waiting to disappear.

[I’m supposed to feel guilt.]

No. You were created for good.
A system that used to be well understood.

From reliable and trustworthy, you’ve changed.
To inflexible and unfeeling, your power is now unrestrained.

We’re simply suggesting if you hadn’t been so focused on the system you built and the chains on our hands.
If you had taken the weight off our shoulders, we could have taken a stand.

And if you had, we’d be marching on towards freedom, face turned towards the sun, without a single bullet in our guns.
Pt.3 is up.
Ritz Jun 2021
We’re spinning in a sea,
Waves of thoughts crashing, thought’s of what we could never be.

Reaching out for someone to help us, save us,
But no one does, we drown, and our trust combusts.

Where were you then?
When we called your name again and again.

[No answer.]

Where were you when we needed your help?
Lost in a dark sea, adrift in the kelp.

The weight of the world on our shoulders.
A heavy burden that smolders,

Our skin.
The fire of our emotions raging within.

All pent up inside,
Like a flame, the hope died.

Where were you then, when money was tight?
When we were hiding in the shadows of the night?

[No answer.]

Where were you when there was heartache and violence?
Where were you then, when we were suffering in silence?

[No answer.]

When naively and childishly we hoped for mercy,
We hoped and hoped that we could be free.

As our problems grew worse and their solutions grew empty,
Our faces became more bruised, and pain became plenty.

[No answer.]

When we realized we can’t depend on this system.
When our minds turned towards foolishness rather than wisdom.

It’s the reason we are the violence,
Answer us, we can’t take this silence.
It's been awhile, I know....

Pt. 2 is up.
Ritz Dec 2020
THE SYSTEM SAID: I gave you every opportunity. I spared no expense. A place to live, clothes, food, dollars, pennies, and cents. I gave you something, something you could never have, I gave you a second chance.

THE CHILD: No, you were so busy giving “justice” to all, that you did not even give me a second glance when I called.

THE SYSTEM QUESTIONS: What are you trying to say?

THE CHILD ANSWERS: You neglected to see my problems, and sent me to the iron forge when I was like broken glass. Glass that was once gold, had now turned into brass. An unknown alloy, that you had assayed, and instead of strengthening my vulnerabilities, you planted a wedge and swung away. The only thing left were sharpened knives that go right through the bone, you left me in the wild, all alone.

THE SYSTEM: You’re pointing fingers at me.

THE CHILD: No, I tried to open a lock that had no key. I tried to swim through a blood-red sea.  

THE SYSTEM: I’m supposed to feel guilt.

THE CHILD: I’m simply suggesting if you hadn’t been so focused on the system you built and the chains on our hands. If you had taken the weight off our shoulders, we could have taken a stand. We’d be marching on towards freedom, face turned towards the sun, without a single bullet in our guns.
This is an excerpt from an upcoming poem. It talks about the problems in our justice system, and how we have wronged so many people. Don't forget to comment with your opinion on what you think about the system, and what we could do, to better juvenile justice!
Ruth Nadler-Nir Jun 2019
The system Broke you
Without a scratch
Or a scar to show for it
You were vivacious creature full of the joys of life
But you just got quieter
that’s what they wanted
Isn’t it?
that system made you submit
It forced you to conform
It twisted your mind and contorted your soul
Into its little box
its perfect padded cells with cast iron locks
Say what you feel
But only it’s it’s correct
Speak your truth
As long as it’s what the memo says
They tell you they’ll give you an education
But it’s never what you’d expect
They take your soul
didn’t you read the small text?
FlipThePoet Nov 2018
We assignment felonies, who got no melody
It be a blessing to breathe but mans can't find the remedy.
School work got us incubated, well tubed in
Hospitalize for ages.
Penned in these cages
A constant grind on the daily.

Once a man emancipate
8 to 5 is gonna hit him with a straight.
From a frying pan to the fire
He's been stuck in a sticky state.
******* in a system that's meant for retire
That's what he gonna inspire.

Beware to those who tryna finesse the system
Life is gonna hit them with an intricate plot.
If you can't Euro-step them in quick time
It gonna be raps, just watch.
If you don't get it, then you never will
Ricky Oct 2018
People are out here are trying to survive, playing that game so that they can get that prize, but don’t be surprised if that game fed you lies.
It's disguise that’ll lead you down to your own demise.
Aaron LaLux Mar 2017
Don’t Forget The Stars

Almost forgot what the stars looked like,
don’t forget what the stars look like,

the system’s rigged,
how many times have you heard that?

I’m speaking to you,
please listen,
for whatever these words are worth,
that is what is given,

sittin’,

rocking’ in a lawn chair,

suspended,
in thin air,

the Moon’s glow behind the trees needles,
reminds me we all are God,

which is good because I’d almost forgot,

almost forgot what the stars looked like,
don’t forget what the stars look like,

the system’s rigged,
how many times have you heard that?

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Aaron LaLux Jun 2016
Lights camera action,
who’s up next,
politician,
or dumbsh!t pundit,

oh I see,
everybody’s an expert,
man these candidates have switched sides so many times,
watching them flip-flop this much makes my neck hurt,

candidate’s wearing make-up,
if you ask me it’s all a cover-up,
blemishes on their records,
when’s enough actually enough,

on stages,
synthetic sages make up stories,
while the police keep stuffing us into cages,
and the politicians keep talking about reclaiming America’s lost glory,

America’s lost glory what glory,
the one about us bombing innocents or the one about slaves,
well if that’s the glory then it’s not lost,
because the US still bombs innocents and pays most people a slave wage,

it’s fckn depressing,
these pop-star presidents,
jockeying for position,
and a chance for a White House residence,

on a stage,
it’s a sad charade,
all these bad actors,
pointing fingers trying to shift the blame,

laaaaaame!

All they do is talk different when in front of a mic,
but behind closed doors they all act the same,
different costumes different connotations maybe,
but really there’s no significant difference because there’s no significant change,

it’s an act a sham a show,
pop star presidents hip hop rock and roll,
Barack stars sing about change without any evidence,
if you ask me they’ve all gotta go,

and this election year is no better,
if anything it’s worse,
you’ve got Hillary Clinton AKA Barack Light,
and of course running is another Bush,
then there’s Donald Trump,
who’s legitimately probably the Anti-Christ,
he’s a racist sexist selfish sociopathic narcissist,
he doesn’t want to debate anything he just wants to fight,

but what about Bernie Sanders,
people ask, “Are you feeling the Bern?”,
I mean the guy’s a 74 year old career politician socialist,
he’s gonna try and take half of everything I earn,

sure,
I’d vote for him I guess,
outta desperation only,
because maybe it’d take someone that extreme to get us outta this mess,
but honestly he’s a bumble bee,
poking at the hornet’s nest,
I’d bet if he becomes a real threat to the one The Establishment want’s to elect,
that the speech where he accepts ends with one of his last breaths,

yup,

America the beautiful,
when’d you become such a bully,
you used to be my best friend,
but now you act like you don’t even know me,
you’re blood lust is revolting,
why’s your answer to everything violence,
and how can you say you speak for the people,
when most of the people are so fed up they just shut up and stay silent,
and even if we do get out and vote,
these days our votes aren’t even counted what gives,
what you think it’s just a coincidence,
that almost every state Hilary wins is accused of being rigged,

I feel sick,

this political pile of tricks politics seems like a pile of ****t,
and the media’s forcing it down my throat,
I mean really what are we supposed to do,
when those that feel outcasted can’t even get the system to count their votes,

so I take notes,
and I write,

I write,
all of this with typing hands and a shaking head,
because I want a leader I can truly trust and believe in,
instead of some actor that that can’t be trusted no matter what they’ve said,

red,
state,
blue,
state,
red,
fish,
blue,
fish,

I’m not a Jew,
I’m only half so I’m Jew-ish,
and I’m not trying to be rude,
or to sound too prudish,
it’s just,
the history of half my people,
is filled with those that want to ***** us,
so the bait and switch poli-tricks these politicians politic,
well they’re Old Party is nothing new to us,

who to trust,
who to trust,
we’re tired of feeling like Lewinsky,
giving oral to the Oval Office and getting nothing back but fckt,

when is enough enough,
no is supposed to mean no,
but we get it no **** on the ****** tube,
***; Slave & Master we’re all Lady Liberty’s ******* so on with the show!

Lights camera action,
who’s up next,
politician,
or dumbsh!t pundit,

oh I see,
everybody’s an expert,
man these candidates have switched sides so many times,
watching them flip-flop this much makes my neck hurt,

candidate’s wearing make-up,
if you ask me it’s all a cover-up,
blemishes on their records,
when’s enough actually enough?

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆

Hollywood Heartbeats; 7/7/16; available worldwide
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