What a World
Gabriel Duncan

Furiously writing, afraid the words will pass me by. This curious affliction is so much stronger than live or die. Denied the forth try. Fifth came forth with the motions. Tried forth, past gravity, which is never defied. But still tried against the same. Come to find the same forth-crashing that's come from being rudderless and winged lame.
 
O! The humanity! Cry the tame. What a tragedy!
 
Mistaken steps mistook the notion for an offer. The commotion from the profit was always slighted So I got off it to pursue the type of rocket that comes from exploitation. Without the due information, it was taken. All of it , made misshapen through exaltation and ministrations by the missions . So the legends found legions of them misleaded and headstrong to die for their deities.
 
This great frontier disappears by the day; shaved of its hair before it even turned gray. To say it's a tragedy is to understate it. They say anti-free market economy. But the -- no holds barred-- they make it only negates it. Our fair king is naked. But no one will say it.
 
And democracy was just a pleasant sounding word to the peasant they let think runs the herd. It's the military, I've heard they lied to these kids and told them they were doing something great. And hey, if the kids caught it or believed it they'd still be dead or in a case. And heard a million times before, defend, avenge without a will to an end. They are defending ; depending on crude circumstances to bring advances to their own common cause. And such, denying the mutual clause , and too justified to rob , they rub it off on the cloth that was made by mere paws. So it's pawned to pay their way forth into the oblivion of assimilation by religion.
 
We have third world countries in here that no one can touch. Because the schools have taught people they've killed all of us. If only the records were righted for the rudderless and wronged. But still no one sights it, because that site is long gone. And so they become convinced the past was just a myth. And the trust only exists in the syllables of parable. To assist in the persisting cist that says the future is terrible.
 
And tear-able, terrible, time-tabled empires find it empirical that the sheep don't decide. For, live-or-die they must have it all. They'll steal from their own foundations and think they can't fall. They'll betray their own kind and still have a say.

O! What a world to wallow in everyday.