• I got this poem, see?
    I got this poem that's supposed to represent you and me.
    but not just you and me
    the whole freaking society.
    now society...
    society is something that's so diverse
    it's so difficult to find a way to transverse
    the things we regularly rehearse.
    the hearse...
    the hearse that carries our beloved soldiers
    into those six feet deep habitations
    its beyond the limitations
    given.
    through the false solicitations
    given to the soldiers in the desert
    that endure the showers of scarlet precipitation.
    forget the nurse
    it's too late! get the hearse.
    the hearse...
    the hearse that carries our beloved soldiers…
    the soldiers in the desert who once fought.
    who once fought...
    for what they thought they believed in:
    for their pride.
    for their country.
    for their revenge.
    or maybe...
    maybe it was for none of the above.
    just got swept up in the whole contribution
    of the retribution
    of this so called revolution
    of this mangled bodied pollution
    of killing a terrorist body illusion
    is far from becoming the solution!
    so I got this poem, see?
    a poem that represents you and me.


    but let go and let be.
    this poem I read
    will only lead
    for the need to feed upon this growing seed
    of unknowledgeable hunger
    to linger.
    And to what extent will it suffice?
    There’s never an end
    To this killing device.
    The murderer of all philosophies.
    The murderer of all ideas.
    I got this poem, see?
    a poem that represents you and me.

    Social equality...
    the conflicts facing are far from becoming resolved.
    the joining of the forbidden beings
    the killing of an innocent pre-life
    the cross conflicting with the book
    the forbidden watching over the forgotten
    there's so much more...
    The young face it.
    The old face it.
    We all face it.
    Society’s ignorant bliss
    isn’t so blissful after all.
    We’ve all succumbed to it.
    We’ve all been afflicted.
    When will time come to tie loose ends?
    I’m sorry to inform you, but
    grandfather time is dead.

    nonetheless...
    I got this poem, see?
    a poem that represents you and me.
    while sitting in this murky sea,
    we come to a resolution
    there's nothing left to believe in
    no leaders in our faded eyes
    amongst the fog
    there's and outcry
    but don't mind
    for the screams and the grasping hands that are outreached
    are blind
    aimless
    confused.
    forget it!
    we are no future generation
    we can't lift this weighted anchor
    we've watched you drown.
    forget it!
    we are no generation X.
    we aren't the lost generation.
    we're the messed up kids
    forced to lead this world
    of insanity.
    so once more I say...

    I got this poem, see?
    a poem that represents you and me.
    do you see?