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.