Isn't it rather funny
How the tools we think we need
Are actually the ones
That make us bruise and bleed?
We invented social media
To reconnect with old friends
But when the likes are few in number
It leads us to our ends
We work in pharmacies
To cure those who are ill
But even without the sickness
We're here consuming pills
We load up our rifles
We hold on to our guns
In the name of protection
What have we really done?
We elected our leaders
To voice us in our fights
But hungry for power,
They forgot about our rights
Isn't it rather funny
How we thought they'd help us rise
But they were the very same
That led to our demise?
~Via
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Magnolia
Poetry❝When you're in a dark place, you tend to think that you've been buried. Perhaps you've been planted. Bloom.❞
