As the World Turns

As the world turns It burns, with sameness. All the "people" as we call them are coded programmed clones of whatever society tells them. We are shameless. As the world turns It burns, just like our fickle passions to please and appease the disease of status quo. It's an infection that's all too well known. As the world turns It burns, itself to the ground. From the sound of anger aimed at any direction, to the nights of violence cloaked in shadows. To the have nots crying as we chastise them for invading our silence. As the world turns in the cradle of the solar system it's lit up by the face of the Sun playing peek-a-boo showing us it's radiance. Now as the world turns will we continue to hide our face from truth and love? Or will we let it radiate and drive the darkness out? Let is burn away the infection.