#spoilt
You strip and scream in the pillow of your king size bed.
Something about life being too hard
or your girlfriend's unfaithfulness.
Somoene's outside your door
or maybe under the tree.
They know what their future is
and their prospects are bleak.
'I don't want to eat because I am so depressed. '
Well, how about handing over that food to someone who has been going hungry to bed.
You are never thankful for what you have.
Let's solve this without any animosity
We all have days which are bad.
I have seen the citylights
I have seen the people cringe with the pain
You and I know that this system is to be blamed.
It's time that the government has shown their true face.
Those schemes are probably gonna fail.
Unclean water, improper waste disposal
it's time we return back to our own morals.
I don't mean to be abrasive
but it's time we face it.
The rich are getting richer
watching poor men die
You get the picture
Divided by an imaginary line.
Some charities are a scam
'*Please help us fund the education of the kids affected by the floods.
We have no proof where the money goes.
Our logic is ****** '
Traffic lights changing colours
Wait? Did someone break that one again?
That's a ******
No one knows where they are going
as long as the cash is flowing
So many around the world starve to death
'What the hell did you put in this lasagna? A rotten egg?'
Your emotional security us important
and so is your money.
You can enjoy as many luxuries
but remember to think of the less fortunate.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 1:50 AM UTC
Feast or famine.
The dry summer or monsoon season.
It’s not as though he had
murdered me.
That would be easier to
prove. There would be
no hiding
the blood of it.
And how I did bleed—
years later,
red all over it.
Improper.
Fuel for the fire.
Combustible.
But nothing trembles
as I weigh the being
of my existence against
what stoppage.
Order or chaos.
Black or white.
What has been spoilt
rotten can never be
golden. These are
the questions I ask myself:
Am I loved? Do I
love? Can I love?
While there is the story
he tells himself, reassuringly:
It was just ***
It was just ***
Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 8:19 PM UTC
O how we have aged
mother Earth...
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 11:07 PM UTC