Barren Wasteland

Fire raids our existence people, yet we sit on our piles of cash but our brains are silenced with fingers of guns pulling triggers 

My friends are either living crimes out on the streets but this education has become a way to express emotions and charisma through arts and visual aid for the handicapped

Yet the same people I call intelligent are living lives of vandalism and neglect for the same reasons they can't find a job or be happy

They have tears rushing down their face after that drug bust

Got cuffs locked, in the back seat of a cop car

Yet the wouldn't be bothered to go to school even though that one wants to be a lawyer and that one wants to be the president

Who I am to judge the efficent developement of a young man's mind when my mind is not any good as any man that of Albert Einstien

We all have those applauds ringing in our head, those wishes and could've dones that we never strived for as kids

Because our parents weren't there

So school because unimportant to us because it was just a classroom filled with books, the teacher was a bitch that gave you lots of homework

But if we were all so smart we would make amazing choices

We would be in Nasa discovering planets

And answering unlimited questions 

I'm not smart, please don't belive this trilogy of words I behold in front of you 

Because I'm striding for success

And you should be too

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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