Terminated

Terminated

A Poem by Azsa Wild

What does a human life mean to you? We are already machines most of us day in an out programmed and we would terminate another just to survive most of us even those close. Humanity is a disease and I believed aliens would save us would allow us to redeem ourselves but I feel like they gave up. What future do we have now? I'm supposed to act in rage to a room full of strangers to evoke some shift in the mind but the pysche now has little left to obtain vital information it would rather fry on television fuelled with false reality sold as the perfect life cause money is life and it seems so clear to get it by virtual bullshit by creations that will never be authentic or of the heart hey even some a*****e is giving up on this writing because it's not textbook perfect or even ok see we live in a world where grammar nazis mean more than real nazis f**k sake. I'm done. What can we gain now that we aren't willing to lose? Where does the truth lie.
Woke wake who the f**k genuinly keeps up the fight
We all just kill each other let alone the other living breathing beings around us
We get told the world is better than it has been
Others say worst
An hey
I use to pretty optimistic
Until I wasn't
Cause what surrounds me is fucked up
And you have to be asleep
To
Live the dream

© 2020 Azsa Wild


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DAH
"Where does the truth lie" – this piece is truth, is haunting, pain-filled, and correct.
I agree with you, brother.

Bravo, Poet!

DAH

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Azsa Wild

4 Years Ago

Amen to hearing each other! Worlds gonna change minds alone!

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Azsa Wild
Azsa Wild

Adelaide , South Australia , Australia



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