There is poison in the water

There is poison in the water

A Poem by CrystleDawn

Laid out plan.

It’s all been done before.


These mother Fuckers run the world.

Make us believe, please make us the same.

Then, put a Band-aid on, all the pain.

Our loss is certainly theirs to gain.


It will never go away.

It will never be the same.

Our hands grow limp,

our minds grow lame.


It’s a monopoly .

It’s a catastrophe.

Frienamy,

Inner self is the enemy!


Brainwashed nation.

Brainwashed generation.

Unquestionably an Inside job.

They trained us to always favor hating.



Foolishness overturned our genius.

The sickness guides the masses.

We learned the world is a heinous rot.  

Six-hour classes.


Lost in the media.

Controlled by vicious leaders.

The age of all knowledge.

Waste your time sitting in college.


Spend all your money.

Thinking about it, I laugh.

Are you living for the money?

I ponder this entrapment.



Now, it doesn’t seem so funny.

But they did it all, for the US.

They gave the void what it wanted.



Now, joy is a far off memory.

Now, the truth lives in the past.

They are taking, all they can get.

We are so consumed, they will never quit.



We are left, still waiting.

With ourselves to blame.

With thoughts of our haunted past.


If only we simply stopped.

To question it all.

With a united plea.

Every being asking, Why?


But nothing is left.

With our final cry.

They answer back.  

Someday, we all must die.

© 2016 CrystleDawn


Author's Note

CrystleDawn
This was written in two halves.
I put it together because it seemed to go together nicely enough.

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Striking, strong and thought provoking. And yes we do live for money in fact we pay to live the actually call it "the cost of living"

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