End

The world is like

A hollow piece of paper

Covered by LED glaze.

The audience watch their own reflections

Preoccupied by themselves.

         Which rights do I have?

         Which roads do I travel?

         Which colour should I dye my hair?

         Which clothes should I wear?

And the hole gets bigger

And bigger.

But what is on screen

Is the misplaced strands of hair.

And the wrong coloured dye.

And the missing designer labels.

It is about “I am

And I don’t care 

Who you are.”

The ability to portray 

Your point and views.

And the need to hear

Your own voice.

To hear if they are pleased

And to correct when they are not.

To carry the burdensome alone

But forget the burden of the world.

The generations of the young

The innocents.

Well it is all about your foolish desires

And your idiotic selves.

The hole gets wider.

It’s more pressing now.

But instead let’s shift to

Food.

Let’s shift to

Luxuries.

There is no hole anymore.

The bridge is lost

Between the wise 

And the naïve.

The wise is saving themselves.

And the naïve is drowning.

Hello destruction.

~S.H.~