Our world is perpetual
We are a species dysfunctional
Of selfish innovation
Advancing only pollution
Seemingly alleviating
The very pain that was
Born from us existing
On one hand we lend a hand
Then push iron rods down throats
Submerge the unusual ones
And ‘flex’ spending
Selfishly, mindlessly
Ignorantly.
While bowing utterly
To stupid senseless
flawless ideals
Ironic that billions submit
All their time in the world
To a case of a blue moon
Accepting all the insults hurled
Numbing the questioning
Of the birth and origin
Of the unfair prejudice
We speak of being unique
Yet bury our heads in the sand
As soon as people demand.
It is the big, blue eyes,
Six packs and biceps
Curvaceous hips,
Chiselled jawlines
Plush lips and fine noses
That have ripped
The hearts out of
Every soul and lit fire to
The emotions of demise.