Oh,
peace.
I wonder,
shall one,
ever truly find you?
Shall,
these humans,
ever comprehend,
the simplicity of,
being?
Of,
knowing,
one can consume,
simply?
For,
within such,
one shall wonder,
why compete?
Be you,
forever too weak,
for such.
Forever,
at war,
for a dollar.
Forever,
tethered to pressure,
for a cent.
Forever,
absent peace,
simply due,
to a systemic existence.
For,
why be i,
a being which cares,
about being,
american?
Why,
seek to buy,
anything?
Do,
anything?
Truly,
seek to exist in,
anyway?
For,
all is absent,
finality.
Absent,
simplistic ownership.
Absent,
peace.
For,
be there,
no beings truly tethered to such.
For,
not even the rich,
within this pointless nation,
deem themselves,
absent a war.
Absent,
ruthless competition.
Be that,
why no matter the dollar,
one shall still commit,
suicide?
Why,
beings simply being seen,
become a target,
in hungry eyes?
For,
it seems,
this country,
is simply,
a civil war.
Playing out,
on a dollar stage.
Tethered to,
social games.
Forever,
absent peace...
©yungb123
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