It’s genocides and yet set aside
when genes apply, it’s a hollow
past when the finish line is for
victims of the holocaust, no
anger; but fairness is dead,
consciousness a Twitter trend,
Africans are Christians instead;
asking for a daily daily bread,
UNICEF is God’s mysterious ways,
unified when a black fist is Westerly
clenched, yet nationality hatred
we caress when governments make
us feeble and emotional in a way.
It’s salvation for the dead,
it’s searching for redemption while
you’re here, it’s confusion inflating
the heads, hot air balloons; bufoons
fascinated by looney tunes, it’s
a movie and we’re all clowns and
fools searching for the Nile in
swimming pools, drunk on the
wine that the wrong Jesus brewed,
it’s a chessboard and it’s a black-white
feud, it’s superior races and a Nazi
perspective; no bad guy; everyone
is a hero when their own mind believes it,
I’m watching through the peep-hole
within a black hole, communicating
with the gods through payphones;
I still need more gold coins for
my beliefs to change my environment,
too encrypted for a world going
through a decryption of mass mindsets,
I’m a faucet on a dry island,
a cricket disturbing the silence,
so protest your violence while
bodies drop dead for a Hoax…Plandemic?
Slaves submerging to the shores,
it’s black power and Karl Marx is
the new Luther, it’s a saddening
scene of seeing obscene scenes
treated like holy 💩, it’s shootings
and pulpits ignorant to the times,
it’s angry minds seeing the demise
of reason; it’s treason not be
sensitive to the crumbling egos of man,
its our near fall, living just to go
in states of feeling nonexistent, we
have grown to be midgets amongst
Canaanites, we have failed to transcend,
we have threatened our divinity with
feeble mentalities, broken entities
clutching on theses that define what
an identity is, its the failure of a system,
we’re visionaries blinded by our own
narratives; its the beginning once
again being re-enacted; its the explosion
of our own awe; its Ubuntu going down
the drain, its the frailness of the new,
drunk on substances we never brewed,
its the freedom searched for in hollows
while there’s a lack of a clue, its a family
feud; children of incest now wise enough
to rebuke their collective wisdom’s inception,
misdirected emancipation, miscalculated
redemption; π in the sky; its an endless
infinite stretch for the answer; couped
up in our perceptual blunders; greed
and deified cultures giving birth to
vultures willing to devour the weakened
and ground-bound.
Celestial bloops blowing up,
philosophical baboons arguing
on who is hairless; our consciousness
has become a prison; a reason to shut
self in a narrative prism, we no longer
look to be a liaison, we’ve become
liabilities to our own rebuking laws,
our flaws have contaminated our streams,
no more smoother flows, now we
bump and crush on seafloors, mostly
slaves to our own beliefs; silence no
longer a relief, we’re now minions
meandering and searching for the
highness; truth hidden in a scroll
in a shelf unreachable, cynical
entities worshipping a praying mantis;
instead of finding the godhead in that
lively garden; the system is in a state
of rapture, captured and endangered;
we’re dinosaurs almost facing our expiration,
masterpieces left in state unexhibited,
a poetry piece in its end!!!
By Eugene ‘Philosophisticater’
Artwork by Tomasz Alen Kopera
â„— Philosophistication Poetry â„—
2020 All Rights Reserved ©
System Failure [Horrific Inevitability]
Truth that sets free that which believes it has always been free!
0.00 ORPLE
AMOUNT DONATED
Be the first to donate