I write because....

I write because its not right
This is not life
Institutions lacking insight
Incapacitated finite
Systems needing a rewrite

Cutting off the oxygen

I can't breathe.........

Right......

Exhaling the fumes of the classes
Capitalistic socioeconomical travesties
Right in front of our faces

Bounded by the bondage of repression..of the oppression instilled in our brains and running deep within our veins
only to be shaded by the materialistic...unrealistic mirages of a false truth of what success looks like

Im confused
Walk around selfishly involved
social media revolved
While problems remained unsolved
Our communities dying but no one wants to be involved or freaking evolve
So we can evolve and stop being slaves
To a nature imprinted on us through the lens of a camera

The mark of the beast is here