Arts, creative writing, equality, government, politics, social problems, sociology

SPLIT!!!

Split at the seams there’s a line between, the justified and wrong, the capitalists and the fiend.

Citizens can be perceive, as Americans in the dream, but one is an addict, while the other’s star beams.

What makes the serration, in this divided States nation?

A democrat or republican, independent or an unknown corrugation.

Is it wealth against shortage, golden platters versus porridge?

Should one care about the problem, or does one choose to ignore it?

It used to be black and white, now we serrate by the class,

While the lower and middle class struggle, those in the upper classes laugh.

Millionaires and billionaires ride yachts, prostitutes sell hots,

Gangsters bang on the block, farmers crops rot.

There are not homeless people in Chicago, about to freeze to the death,

We peasants should not complain, SSI and welfare are cutting checks.

For we all eat like the Hannity’s, there is no sorrow, no poor,

This country is truly equal, none of us see eviction letters on doors.

There’s an economic segregation, we can’t just turn our eyes away,

While the government shuts down, politics tell citizens eat cake.

Watch the waitress on shift, make a mistake and get dismissed,

While reps and senators sit in a room, make mistakes and get cuffed on the wrist.

Is it equal to tax, those who eat scraps, and sell clothes off their back?

While other’s benefits wax, and they grow more affluent by the max.

Well we present the expression of grief birthed in the weak, with stanzas written in bloody ink,

Samaritans weep for a bite to eat, watch these native’s gamble defeat for a rise in prosperity.

Hear tales of those sheep hunted wolves of the streets, counseling success over ghetto beats,

For a one in a million family to not weep, risen too high from low class scarcities.

Arts, Life skills, poetry, politics

Social Ghost

Social slavery are one’s to be, one trapped in a social media mentality,

With Hopes to see the next viral calamity, and get high off of negative psychology.

Group think sociology blocks one’s decency, Just for personal credibility,

To give words from enemies, or love from virtual personalities.

Controversy from apparition’s posts, are social gangstas with word boasts,

Digitally cybernetic ammo hosts, with clout from other lesser known ghost.

Verbal chat warrior quotes, are  just cyber bullies looking to do the most,

And watch you sink mentaly, on a computer generated coast.

that delusionary ocean grave, is one’s own dungeon enchained made,

because we must fasten our minds slaved, in to this social media cave.

Can one be demoralize from a wraith, not hear in a physical space,

Just ask the child dead by digital cuts, arms bloody, neck tied from a virtual haze.

That suicidal teen on the outside of social means,

a bright minded gleam, extinguished by socially evocative keens.

These social slaves put the guns in their mouths, And the pills in their hands,

And smile to their peer pressure clan, not caring for the damage caused to their fellow man.

By man I mean child, killed by social media bile,

From once called friend, yet now heart darkened by differing social styles.

They are just long faded memories, who are we to listen to passed graves,

My social media is popping, I can get 5 likes for showing an addics dejected days.

One needs the recognition, and craves that attention high,

No matter if one is in preschool, or even a president online.

poetry, politics

Royalty Midst Retches

Can we call this one evil, if they are a product of their republic?

That nation that praises hypocritical morals, posthumously adopted by fathers long buried in the passed.

Anyone can take on a ghost principle, if one wants to proclaim a self-righteous invisible glory,

It only takes one gullible fool, to start a damaging fire.

Did we overtime become that gullible fool, whilst others led us to follow their dark shadows,

Yet to a ledge of internal death, in the pretext of independence?

But were we really sheep, flocked together by men and women whom knew our foolish morrals,

And cultivated the seeds of hope, to just grow the flowers of their end finances?

For what is a billionaire, or millionaire, are they not just babies,

grown with green forest around them, while we sit in eh self wanted concrete city,

wishing for their nourishment, and them giving bites at a time.

Can we blaim this anymore on the ignorance principle, The act of not knowing,

but yet living on hope and dream, when 99% of us die never getting a bite of their apple?

yet salivating for the taste of those red juices, drip seductively through vision and sound,

to the point when one would kill blood, just to have a taste of that green forest heaven!

Is that heaven seen by us in the mist of hell, millionaire angels and billionaire gods,

And us disciples warshipping their light in our poverty stricken darkness?

Have ones committed the ultimate  self sacrifice, because of failed atemps to touch their hands,

All we could do is drink the wine, and eat the crackers given from their tables!!!

You can only laugh at the ones who praise, hope!

You can only giggle at the ones who seek, dreams!

You can only guffaw at the ones who chase, fantasy!

But die with a smile of regret, that you were never able to be one of those angels…

So praise to the gods above, that you have wine and crackers.

Party on the land and sea, that you have family.

Give thanks and worship, that you are close to heaven.

Yet remember, that they are vain celestial spirits, that don’t really give a damn about you…

For they would walk with a stance, that states their better than man,

Yet heart corrupted black, from financial advances.

Skeletons formed by lower inhabitants, have no baring on their comfort,

For the ideals birth by money and power, make one royalty midst retches.