Mental Lunch

There's no muse to my writing,

Because there's no fuse I'm igniting,

No battery to draw on,

There are no lyrics to my sad song.

 

My mind is erasing,

All the memories,

I'm replacing.

 

Don't tell me when the weathers on,

Because my life is nothing but rays,

Nothing but shining because my smiles on.

 

I'm encouraging the underdogs,

Because the fat cats are trying to chase them.

Trying to make us afraid,

Because they know what they're doing is wrong. 

Unbalancing reality,

When the truth is-

Us dogs are rising up;

Barking for justice.  

As those felines read their lines,

Lying to society.

 

This stuff is deep,

If you can hear me.

I'm drowning in this system that you call reality,

Where people pay charities to find inequality. 

 

All these faces,

All these races,

We all reside in different places. 

We need love,

Not rivalry.

 

But until we become conscious of the truth,

And of our mental evolution,

There will never be a prime solution. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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