Not much of a poet, but I had to put this somewhere.

I was sitting at my desk, eyes closed, thinking about the world. I don’t normally write poetry, and this probably sucks, but here it is. If you can’t tell, I’m not exactly a fan of how life is unfolding in my nation at the moment. Fascists on both sides of the argument are fighting each other, and the power of the state grows as people draw blood from one another. It’s a sad world we live in, and I’m having a hard time with it. We’ve let the insane speak for us too long, and those who would control us while pretending to see to our needs say too much.

So as I sit at my desk, contemplating it all, barely breathing, this flew from my fingertips with my eyes closed.

Barely breathing.

Souls are seething.

Everything is corrupt I see.

Deeply feeling.

The dreams they’re stealing.

Nothing seems the same to me.

Steal the dreams away from us now.

Take the future; make it dark.

Burn the stones that hold us up now.

Ruin the only shining star.

Promises broken.

A worthless token.

Is all that’s left for you and me.

Anger growing.

Those without knowing.

Seek to harm the land of the free.

Steal the dreams away from us now.

Take the future; make it dark.

Burn the stones that hold us up now.

Ruin the only shining star.