Project Poetry

Walls of fire Demons of death Please someone save us We're taking our last breaths Society's stranglehold has slayed our souls No more laughter No more play No more fun on swings that sway; Conformity has committed treason against the natural law of selection Bound by chains of fear Numb from the inside out Walking as told - streamlined and blindfold An assembly line of expectations manifested by the elite - molded by alterior motives Visions of others distorted by eyes of hate; War crimes committed against brothers as sisters are laid out as bait Turn your cheek and shake your head judging others once they're dead Make your mark and pitch your sale Write your goals - follow all rules Stand in a line of anticipation with the rest of the mules led to realize there was never a destination; © Crimes of Morality ~ Sharona; Project Poetry