Life

Life
Life is a beautiful thing they say…
Life is what you make of it I’m told…
I’m sorry to burst your bubble but life sucks…
I see past all the bs and see it for what it is …
This existence is nothing more than punishment…
In all its glory…
We are born to die ,which mean’s are accomplishments are all for not…
We wake each day to go to a job most of us hate…
They tell me it’s a choice …
How is it a choice…
If you don’t you’ll live in the streets cold alone mangled and beaten…
There is your choice…
Day in and day out one struggles to find some kind of happiness…
In this world full of rage and madness.
It brings me to sadness to see what we live in …
Desires of wanting to be set free from this cruel torment…
Life is a beautiful thing they say…
How the fuck can you tell me that when kids are starving …
Kids are being kidnapped fucked in the ass and thrown off bridges…
Life is what you make it I’m told…
Have you said that to the motherfucker who got shot for walking down the street to the store…
One can’t so much as move with out a consequence…
And yet you sit there and bull doggedly say that this all makes sense…
Come one give me a break what world do you live in…
Crime is at it highest…
Hate dominates the human race…
Nothing is free and there is no such thing as a favor…
Everyone has their hand out ,not to help but to take…
Corrupt hearts and souls…
Full of greed and selfishness…
That is life …
Life is a beautiful thing they say…
Mabey to the rich ,but even then they blow their own dam heads off..
So how does it help to be greedy if at the end you kill yourself because enough is not enough…
Life is what you make of it I’m told..
I sit here everyday and watch all the madness unfold…
Like clock work …
They day begins honking and screaming…
Cursing because your running late to the job that you hate…
Life…
Life is a beautiful thing…
Mabey in the eyes of the one whose deceased as he will no longer have to live in this obscene waste…
Life is what you make of it…
Tell that to the motherfucker who is born poor…
Did I chose to be born poor ,did I make my self be born into poverty…
Just my opinion but I doubt anyone with a choice would chose poverty…
Life…
We are governed by rich assholes who charge us to work…
Why in the fuck do I have to pay you to survive…
That in itself is a crime…
We are told what’s right what’s wrong and If we decide different…
We are thrown in a cage like a deranged animal that needs to be put down…
Life ..
Mabey to some to the blind life can be a beautiful thing…
But me who for once I was blind but now I can see…
I see that this life is not a gift but a punishment in all of its glory…
We are born to suffer..
And suffer we shall …
Day in and day out happiness will not provail…
Sadness in a world full of madness is what I see..
Governed by people whom are rich and full of greed…
Murder ,rape , is life…
Things that touch my heart but cut ,cut like the edge of a sharpened knife …
That has been used to end my life …
One can only dream…
For those that leave this life are the lucky ones…
Their pain, their anguish and suffering have ended…
Life is a beautiful thing they say…
Life is what you make of it I’m told…
Mabey to those laying in their grave…
Because for me I’m still in hell awaiting trial…
Awaiting to be sentence for what I don’t know?
That’s life…
And mine is not beautiful…
And it’s not what u make of it …
Because I did not chose my fate …
My fate was chosen for me …
So life is not what you make of it and it certainly is not a beautiful thing…
Try telling that to the innocent people locked away in a cage…

This poem is about: 
Our world

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