Breathing
Breathing polluted air,
A generation that is barely there.
Consumed with personal gain,
Fraudulent fame.
Breathing smoke, maybe smog
As far as I can see, it is simply fog.
Hearts growing cold,
Truth has become less bold.
Breathing death, many are dying,
Emotional victims of continues lying.
Spirits empty, eyes sown shut,
The normal ones they call the nuts.
Breathing,
hardly breathing.
Everyone forgot what it was like when they were believing!
Mechanical zombies, robots to these times,
Advancement and achievements can’t create loves sweetest dine.
When I die, I want to be known as one who lived,
Not a socially, corrupted, bankrupt bid.
By: Sabina Nicole
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