2 Billion

2 Billion

A Poem by Michael Reggiani
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2 billion people in the world and we have the audacity to think we matter
where did we get the balls?
in reality we don’t really mean anything at all
and yet some of us are still waiting for the fall
to keep the walls from caving in
watch every word come out of our mouths like a f*****g cartoon 
making sure we never sin. 
God Damn. who the hell are we?
walking on this world like we DESERVE to be.
like its our RIGHT to live and be alive
but what is life if were living in a lie, living to die?
a fabricated existence built around material goods and a faith in the unknown
only to keep the fear of what is already known buried deep inside
nowhere to hide, this atmosphere is paper thin
in reality were simply just a speck of dust drifting in the wind
so ill succumb to the world around,
 ill become a slave simply to survive
find a job get a girl settle down, with the hope ill feel alive
but if I succumb ill surely die
Ill go to school and become a slave to a financial lie
find a job that’ll get me buy smoke a little weed and get a little high
forget all about my s****y life and my pay that sucks
find a girl who I will inevitably hate. but at least she sucks
cause how can you find love in a haystack of lies
were living like f*****g flies
were born into a system... a well oiled machine
that produces a generation of zombies obsessed with what the’ll never have, stressed out of their f*****g minds
It’s obscene. 
The American Dream?
its a nightmare and thats the f*****g truth
but fighting the system? its no f*****g use.
so maybe theres nothing to being human and maybe theres nothing at all
I’m coming to grip with the fact that were all alone on this deflating ball 
and now i too find myself waiting for the fall
It's true I was raised christian
but I’ve developed a habit of habitually sinning
and I don’t know if jesus could see us or if he’d even bother to free us,
or if he should
cause even if he could
do you think wed see him behind all these material goods
do you honestly believe we deserve to divinity that we were born to crave
how many lives have you bothered to save
face it, were all just a bunch of f*****g slaves
paralyzed by the chains of our minimum wage
and i wonder,
 if everything that created me
will be satisfied with all that i created, all that i came to be 
its insanity and I’m slowly bleeding out
slowly figuring out, theres no ryhm or reason to this game
thats why were all insane, thats why were willing to believe theres a reason for this pain
maybe were all alone, maybe were born to die
maybe theres no other reason
no reason to be alive
but we take what we’ve been given and forget the things we bought
before we rot, learn to love the things we got
and before we turn to dust, you must understand
there is a reason for it all, it does not revolve in the hands of all powerful god
It's all a facade were taught to fear what we love and lust
So before we become one with this lonely cold earth crust
Understand one thing: it's just you and I and Us

© 2015 Michael Reggiani


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Added on December 9, 2015
Last Updated on December 9, 2015