A I H

Wed, 05/31/2017 - 22:50 -- bbelluh

Right to left, left to right
we are safe, in the dark of night.
With the moon beaming on our pale skin, oh so bright
don't suck my soul out, scream with all our might.
Listen to the slow vibrations, the tiny sleeping bees
am I trippin, is it me? are the prodigious trees all whispering?
Sleep, sleep, beep, beep
this is our world, which we must seek.
Pretentious as our air of being
all our knowledge is left unseen.
We are actually mini beans 
in a bowl full of cream.
Swimming, diving, trying to observe
what's outside of sight, what's off of this earth.
What's light years away, what's under the dirt
we think we know, we thought we learned.
America the great? the America I Hate
where individuals retaliate, avoiding to communicate.
Where we don't ventilate, but claim to state, this worlds a mistake
a world we hate, no need to enunciate, i'm here to abbreviate A.I.H. 
We instantly judge, no time for the fudge
while they roll in the mud, we're free with the guns.
Our instinct to run, is just as fun
as avoiding the jury, and soakin in the sun.
We were taught to shame, to worry and be lame
to constantly maintain, an imperfect picture frame.
Flesh covered, labeled, developed organisms with a brain 
we act like we're perfect, only a lion that hasn't been tamed.
Mother earth is most likely to pout, disappointed in us, disappointed in herself.
While we bicker and snicker, to quarrel and shout
we are our biggest enemies, setting fires in ourselves.
Now the land of the free, the land of you and me
the land of the beauty, the sattire, the queens.
Where approximately 30% are living from the creed, 
stop and stare at your surroundings, for at least that is free.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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