Society
A rigid square of expectations
A half-heartedly given education
Conforming to the population
Held back by the limitations
You've broken the square and people stare
You've found your passion and become aware
That people today are hardly there
And that people today are never fair
They've beaten you down for not conforming
As if they want to make you a warning
This is what you get for not performing
Now they prepare you for the reforming
You try again and try in vain
Your words fall on deaf ears just the same
They want nothing to do with what's in your brain
Ignorance is the only way they can stay sane
Finally you give up; you're finally done
Your rebellion ended before it begun
Even though all it takes is a small number of one
The pressure is what made you come undone
A rigid square of expectations
A half-heartedly given education
Conforming to the population
Held back by the limitations
Man, kind?
From the peasantry to royalty
a means of defining humans, separately
From brave combatants to the tents generals inhabit
ah yes, society continues to manage.
From a spot on concrete to the most isolated suite
All of those that continue to starve, and those with too much to eat
Those that are forced to realize harsh realities indeed
while the others maneuver through it like zombies.
Castles adorned with most impregnable walls
Gates that raise with the might of owned slaves
Attacked by those with less resource and more balls
To risk life of free and slaved man, for the stores and staves
Decadent towers scratching at the pearly gates themselves
made in glass and steel, but keeping population inside, the window from hell?
park benches where men un-bathed find rest from weary days
a world to behold, but no power to make it stay
Men, myths, legends, and martyrs all hoping everyone can coincide
but there’s no peace when one can in barters, change tide
Truly the struggle is present in some form or another
but those at the top believe no one matches their work, and those at the bottom put in the work they believe can’t be furthered.
All we really dream of is freedom from someone’s/p.; b rule
all we really fear is that the next up will be more cruel
all we can really hope for is being happy when we leave
unfortunately some want to watch the world bleed.