Conversation is Sin

I was going through some old files and suddenly remembered a poem I wrote a looong time ago.  Some of it is kind of forced (because I struggle with ryhmning and fluid poetry)  but I think that the message is clear and I wanted to share it with you guys :)



Conversation is Sin

We live in a world where conversation is sin

Can’t speak outside the box that we choose to live in

If others are oppressing us then why don’t we attack

Because we know the demons inside

Would take us as their snack

If our eyesight fails

We blame it on the glasses

Our politicians are blind

Yet

They still lead the masses

Children are getting high

And teenagers are getting drunk

When a kid kills himself

It’s “just hormonal funk”

They say:  He had so much to live for

Something about God closing a door

And then they move on

AND THEN THEY MOVE ON

Like human life

Was made worthless by a knife

And don’t get me started

On the thousands, millions that starve

Can’t find food between the bombs

And the sound of rifle fire

News TV says words like ‘situation’ and ‘dire’

While people are killed

For the cross on their chest

For the people they love

No safe space, no true rest

We can’t talk

They’ve stuffed a gag down our throat

Labeled “everything’s fine”

They hope we don’t see the smoke

Somebody’s going to get offended

And we all shut up

A third world country gets upended

And nobody says a word

We all shake our heads

When we should scream in agony

For the loss of precious life

For the people we can’t see

“Like if you think-”

No shut up!  That’s enough!

You think likes are going to make this any less tough?

We’re not doing anything

Cuz we don’t know what to do

We were taught to ignore

The many and the few