A poem of a broken society.
My story is much the same – benefits of a homogenous society.
Sitting in class listening to the teacher speak.
Rote memorization is all we should seek.
I got an A+ on my test so I must be a success.
No time to actively assess the stress – that I feel weak.
My story is much the same – benefits of a homogenous society.
I wake up at 6am and get ready for the day.
9am to 5pm is what I should consider play.
My job is my security, realizing dreams aren’t meant to be.
I am too old for those visions created in my youth.
The truth is now so painful, like a cavity in my tooth.
Living paycheck to paycheck to make my ends meet.
So I can one day retire and get off my feet.
My story is much the same – benefits of a homogenous society.
Weekend is here, it is time to party and relax.
Release the mind of any work, issue or task.
Let me have a beer and cheer my favorite team.
The prospects of my team winning, means all the world to me.
I am glad to give up 3 hours of my day for absolutely free.
Nothing gained in the process, but a hit of dopamine,
I glean that I seem to have lost my will, to invest in making my day my best.
My story is much the same – benefits of a homogenous society.
My family surrounds me as I count my final breaths.
The sadness in my chest as I recount all my regrets.
I should have written that book or travelled to that place.
At least taken a chance to fail, to fall flat on my face.
The tears have now dried as my heart no longer speaks.
My dreams and aspirations- nonexistent now for weeks.
My death would be less painful, if I made my life more aimful.
Let this be a lesson to the future folk.
Cherish dreams and carry hope, that your tiny dreams yield a massive scope.
It’s not enough to simply exist, make your life a precious gift.