Oh,
as I look in american eyes,
be there,
no soul inside.
Be there,
this stare.
This,
intensely individualistic stare.
This,
stare as if,
they're the only one here.
This,
stare as if,
they matter.
For,
they seem so,
self assured.
So,
smug.
As if,
the box they attended,
altered their whole,
existence.
As if,
now they're meant.
A,
being which should,
exist with more.
As if,
they truly achieved,
that which means,
everything to human entities.
As if,
they're truly free.
I seem,
to wonder how such,
exist in such a way.
How,
be they mind,
so small as to believe they're,
great?
For,
I've yet to see anything,
actually take place.
Yet,
to see these humans actually do,
anything.
For,
a system absent a foundation.
Absent,
the simplicity of finality.
Is,
simply a system,
which shall collapse,
in the morning.
And,
more importantly,
shall be intensely boring.
Intensely,
animalistic.
Intensely,
cruel.
For,
although these silly beings,
are tethered to doing absolutely,
nothing.
Those,
absent this,
simplistic cent,
suffer each second,
they exist.
For,
such exist as,
constant prey.
As beings,
under the heel of a system
absent the ability to breathe.
Absent,
the ability to,
be.
Absent,
actuality.
Raped,
murdered,
hung from trees.
Forced,
to be prisoners,
which work from free.
Be that,
these beings,
absent a cent.
Absent,
degrees.
Absent,
the ability to compete,
with these self righteous,
vapid superfluous,
entities.
These,
which were given,
that which they believe they earned.
These,
which shall burn,
before they're able to,
learn.
For,
war shall kill all.
And,
these which no not of violence.
No not,
of those which they demean.
Shall,
die today,
tomorrow.
Shall,
die next week...
©yungb123
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