We're all humans
Constantly caught in confusion
We gradually bought the illusion
and happily walk in collusion.
In Uncle Shephard we trust--
Fake forsaken family!
Factories full of casualties
casually covered and forgotten.
And we applaud such apathy.
People's lives peeped through eagle eyes
Insects inserted in tech to check texts.
When conceived each receives a bar of brainwash,
a clean brain deemed tame and fit to deceive.
So we'll believe all he feeds, and drink what he thinks whenever we thirst,
the lower class forced to fast and fight to last on his Earth.
We're all humans
booming, blooming,
and moving towards improving
blindly scooting
in line behind Uncle Shephard.
Never second guessing,
in the womb nor the tomb
where we're being led;
to the moon or our doom?
YOU ARE READING
Herban Poetry
PoetryA small but ever-growing collection of original poetry from the mind of a 19 year old pothead. This is home to a large range of thoughts, feelings, and ideas that cloud my head in poetry form.
