Social Ineptitude
What the hell does that mean, why title it that
Unfortunately it’s an epidemic, a virus in fact
That continues to spread and lay eggs where ever it goes
Only a conscious mind is considered its foe
We sit and we rot in front of the boob tube
Believing the hype that comes from the boob tube
We sit and we stare our minds hypnotized
Dreaming of things that shall never be realized
We’re prisoners of our mind but the gate’s neither closed nor locked
We are merely afraid to make that first step for fear of a drop
From stability to insecurity, from commonality to maturity
To stand out alone many find quite intimidating
Why must we be blind and deaf to our environment
When actions take place seeking our acknowledgement
Asking us to cry out due to social injustices
Only to be played down by the diversity of the Supreme Justices
In a blanket of snow there lies a few specks of dirt
That provides color for a sea of hurt
But like an invisible clock there lies and invisible ceiling
Capping the height to which one could be dreaming
We are zombies that have been modeled from prototypes
With slight upgrades to endure the new fight
We were taught what we need to know
And everything else that we do not know
Is used against us so we remain caged
In the prisons of our mind, hence once we have aged
Will pass on these false teachings to future generations
But I could be wrong, I’m just a Haitian.
Copyright © Stevenson Benoit | Year Posted 2007
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