this world

poem by: Wendy Walters
Written on Sep 09, 2015

am a spiritual individual
smoking weed is my daily ritual
I am the living definition of sin
now hear my thoughts let me begin
this worlds took claim to soul
and now am tainted
sometimes guess am even hated
these days are all the same
its all about self gain
people remain to change
so take me to my maker
and release me from this pain
its driving me insane
these streets don't teach you to be successful 
they teach you to hate without being gentle
all oblivious to the illusion of time 
its concepts not ready for our mind
am born in days that re down our values
generated given numbers
labelled as legal slaves
that's opened my eyes
to see days wasted for wage
what government forgot to mention
this was not gods intention
this was mans invention
for greed and bad intention
its corrupted the whole dam nation
a state of confused complication.

 

Tags: deep, sad, faith, depressing, pain,

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wendy walters commented:
my first up load feedback appreciate
ryan barger commented:
I think it's a good poem.

 

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