About everything around me,
The whole world in disguise,
Is horribly saddening to see.
Ninety-nine percent can die,
And stop being such a waste,
One percent would not mind,
Making home a cleaner place.
Killing is not supposed to be,
A delightful thought for any,
Human with any bit of sanity,
But there are just too many,
Small problems to be solved,
And such little time to fix it,
If God himself won't do all,
Annihilation of the worthless.
It is depressing, witnessing,
How quickly they can nullify,
A gift past generations bring,
With every action, every lie.
Stealing hope from hopeless,
With one dollar bill at a time,
While thoroughly convinced,
Innocence of any such crime.
Endings will never be sweet,
More than likely only bloody,
Because the fear of defeat,
Can't be admitted or studied.
Some are only here and alive,
Feeding off misery of others,
Since all these people strive,
To see our dreams smothered.
I could once plan my destiny,
Now I can't plan a tomorrow,
Since it is costly being free,
All I do to survive is borrow.
We're captives in homemade,
Cells of greed, cells of shit,
Because all of the dues paid,
Will not buy us a new habit.
And all the good things come,
With strings of evil entwined,
Somewhere I will find some,
Evil to steal, to claim as mine,
With hopes it leads to a good,
That I've never seen before,
Maybe then one day I would,
Have faith in this sad world.
Copyright 2006
-John Gehrig