A world of competition and greed
Following the great and the beautiful
Throwing away time to the poorly dressed , Giving time to all that fails
where are the people that remain true ?
Voices around of laughter , gossip , betrayal and hate.
dictatorship of the heart , cursing and hurting .
clashs of plates , stomps of the feet echo through the canteen.
As I write aside , the world goes on and on .
Dressing to impress , ways of the modern dolls
Boys pants down low , showing class , but that’s not what’s shown.
favourable , nerds are now extinct , where is this world going to ?
Walks by , costumes of halloween , make-up of the dead.
Thinking , what has to be done ? Whispers surround me .
Grouping their types , choosing their rights , staying awake all night.
Their minds filled with confusions of how , why , who , where , when .
Time’s taken a transit and delaying their life with reality’s clock.
Competing for all the wrong reasons , end up with tear and screams.
coffee makers , energy drinks , caffiene following through , but for what ?
They barely “spend” anything to re-fuel for assumingly a ” rich tribe”
Voices , beautiful yet disturbing sounds feed on innocent ears.
Fearing , doubting , panic attacks linger amongst this pop.
Law , taught me that its to question the victim for his actions.
What can we do about such people ? They dress lies and smoke through the truth.
Wishing i can only get a chance to let them know how much voice is lost.
A sound so precious , so delicate , yet used as a tissue to wipe away and “illegally used “
Time , the most sincere of voices , Gives but not everyone know how to hold it .
Friends , a person we get to know , yet questions through their actions daily
How are we to know if we are safe ? when voices linger and echo in our minds of doubt
a voice , a tool to provide information , give care and advice , just mis – understood.
A mind , a dangerous cyclone of thoughts , a raging sea
The mouth , most wanted criminal , unstoppable when rich
closed minds surround me , is it contageous ?
how can people just lay about , speak , and never leave behind a civil war of thoughts
Voices , a scary yet fragile gift from god , a message to humanity misused , I pity the world.