SAD PEOPLE.

SAD PEOPLE

Sad people make me angry

            I don’t understand their terrible sadness.

Trapped in a drug-induced stupor;

Shadowed by their own selfish longings.

            I don’t understand the wicked ways

Of the world or their terrible longings.

                        I suppose a reflection would be necessary,

But not warranted.

            Take into heart the reasonings of all self-doubt.

I want to take a stand on the problems of the world,

            Like homelessness, or the feelings of being trapped in a loveless world.

I have become a sacrifice to the gods,

            The gods of men wearing thongs, the gods of greed-

Greed stands in the way of common sense.

I hope goodness is not trapped.

            I try not to stand in the way of anyone else’s burden,

But more often than not my confidence is destroyed, and I have to see the way

The world is the way it is.  Like, why war?  Why anything?

                        That is the entrapment.  That is the world in which we live.