Monday, September 25, 2017

Poem 2 The Wait

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The Wait
Eyes blackened underneath
Poisoned with deceit
Hell on earth, emits heat
defeat
The wait time, they’ve been waiting in line
All morning, souls in mourning
Shoes worn
Foot bottoms blackened
Common sense lacking
A flick of the hair
Despair
Too deaf to hear
Near
Black Rapunzel
Arrogance should crumble
Heels should stumble

Comfortability with asking, waiting
Hand-outs, can’t do without
Entitlement mentality
Leaves them constantly unfulfilled
Begging, Pleading
Their own lives they aren’t leading
Accustomed to the bare minimum
Desensitized, unphased
Empty fridges, absent dreams
Reliance hand in hand with Defiance
Everything isn’t always as it seems
Obesity, bellies protruding
Thread bursting at the seams
Newborn’s screams
Living beyond their means
But unlike them I have dreams
Across from me a singing child
Imagination running wild
Innocent & pure without corruption, not demure
Abuse, a form of overconsumption
Protests invalid, unwelcome
Voices muffled
Willpower crumbled
Knees buckling, dependency
Victimized, contribution to their own demise
White clouds like cotton candy passes by
As darkness fills the sky
From your hands, they start to pry
Lengthy applications, hundreds, thousands
Seemingly fate,
Realizations come too late,
Slow paced,
Potential disabled, wearing a brace
Hour glass once filled with sand, now empty
Moochers not very friendly
Money they shouldn’t be spending
Soon their privilege shall be ending
Enslavement
Servants to “your” Pale Faced Lord
System we endure
Put in place long before
Your existence
Absent male, single mother
Equals qualifications
Eligibility
Absent-minded
Hands of the clock winded

Betrayal of your own brother, even each other
All clawing at a piece
Of this decaying pie
Obey, Abide
The real wealth they hide
Decision makers looked at as Gods
Accepted, denied
Called in whenever
At this place, you’ll be waiting forever
At this rate, sooner than never




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