Nothing in Somethingness.

This disillusioned world.

Disillusioned by these covert realities.

Realized, they bring complex simplicities to my head.

Enigmated by the confusion of my own understanding.

This discovery of nothing in somethingness, delivers wishes of death.

Copious pain in this competition of a life.

So much death brought by these possessions and greed.

Absolutely no patience for the hunger of another.

We'd rather swell our pockets off their primordial need.

I've grown to despise this sickly human race.

I'll never abide by their deathmachine game.

Building their luxuries to wave in the faces of unfortunate,

Neglecting existence, giving their misfortune a name.

Starving. Poverty. Poor and Homeless.

Where could these matter without you glutinous f***s?

Self-indulgent, taking much more then you need.

Care for nothing other, then your own interest and bucks.

Tricked to believe that we have a "place,"

and a "purpose" to serve this fucked up world,

But, self-interest blinds the true impact we have,

Depriving the rest, with our jobs, "homes," and pearls.

But this "cause" that we so desperately seek,

Is designed by the ambitions of these power masters of murder.

Blindly building our goals to a mass belief's standards.

Desensitized sheep, ignorantly following our herder.

(To Slaughter)

Reviews

[davescotland]

This is very well written, I find my poetry will change from one extreme to another depending on mood you should check a wee poem I wrote today called better world if you want. Its basicly a simple idea of how I think good in the world should be.