we are not well

what are we coming to a wild pack of wolves foaming at the mouth on the attack ready to strike anyone in our paths sadly to say even ourselves our souls have become infected sores laying waste to a spirit that at one time once brought light into our eyes to show everyone the way who are we now that allow our children to search through their own selves for recognition and laugh over the death of others along with themselves like it was only a cartoon how have we tattered remnants of royalty through hatred and disloyalty come to swallow this puke due to constant failures and say we've eaten well then watch a horror scene of a woman being raped by one's son a pimp turning one's daughter into a ho selling herself in a desolate neighborhood in hunts point these children are definitely not on point leaving pieces of their hearts along the street for roach-like cops to raid the neighborhood and declare color folks as criminals you know what color folks i'm talking about flowers that don't bloom in the spring they are made in laboratories love is a game you can buy hot on the street corner hope is a cancerous tumor infesting inside our brains and all the religious leaders of the world make up all the excuses for masturbating along with child molesting in the face of god while the government make dying an actual lifestyle this wickedness this wretchedness laced with cynical dreams of another planet where no one sings, dances, laughs, or smiles instead, wait like a stone for an acid rain tide to wash them away we are not well we have all been attack by the pack of wolves they drag parts of our bodies up and down the avenue growling and barking and the world celebrates with mandates and parades with talk shows and rap records and morsels of our brain being rolled into spitballs to blow and spit in anybody's face because they have nothing else better to do but if we survive this moment this holocaust this frantic searching through the soul of a devil if we survive this what will we become will we still lock our doors and be full of fright galore Or will me melt into some unknown gas that will last long enough to start this vicious cycle in the world we are living in