Trophies for the Tragic Kingdom of Hypocrisy

For the hypocrites, bigots and selfish. The world is cruel but people are crueller. In s****y times things like the Oscars, music and sport take the piss.

In your eyes what's wrong is right,

In your heart what's right isn't meant to be.

Who will stand up for us,

If we won't even stand up for ourselves?

I could be wrong, we could all have it wrong

Who can tell what's meant to be and what's what?

Money takes the heart out of art, life reaps hearts

Money makes money, we're the new blood sport.

There's no way of fighting it

Some wounds are too deep,

Some masks can't be removed.

Life beats itself up but never wins.

We're only human we can't be edited or rewritten

Stories begin and stories end

But when does life start?

The world won't end if you live your life.

Meanest female bigots don't get called mean, 

Dearest male w****s don't have to deal with shame.

Somewhere else a sweet young rebel lives

In place of this wilted mind flower, hidden inside a living corpse.

Life is war, the mind is its war field and the heart is just rubble.

The world is cruel but people are crueller, life is lived by the dead.

People are too smart, to be gentle and kind.

People are too sensitive, to not be cruel.

Reviews

[L'Enfant Terrible]

Great imagery, is good, really.

[Kendra]

Indeed I do believe that this writing is wickedly constructed. I envy your way with words.

[Sweets]

This is fantastic!
Nice picture :)
It matches with the poem!
Great job

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

Brilliant!