The World Is Not a Safe Place To Live In
The air I breathe is
polluted with sins.
This is my world
where men become monsters
as they start to kill my home
that I’m trying to build.
The fire eats the forest,
slowly degenerates,
the lungs of the earth.
Many live in greed
and will live for
what is not worth.
It’s evil and deceiving,
Like an unexpected trap.
Their brains become ruthless
as they start to think
not a human like.
Everything is worthless
and such I believe,
“Life has no meaning
if I’m drunk of my sins.”
This is the world
where lives are taken
as easy as pulling the trigger.
Behind the modernism
is a fake progress
that I called
skeptical illusion.
I’m alive and weary!
I’m afraid to
look what the future
looks like?
I might drown one
of these days or may
be fueled in fire.
LeiStrauss2019
Copyright © Lei Strauss | Year Posted 2019
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