Truth is. . .

 

Truth is

The world that we consume as our own is twisted

The lifestyle that we carry out is both vain and unrealistic

 

The persona that we wish to endure is far from a fantasy

But yet I accept its bare arms as if it never came so close to forsaking me

And yet we allow this sick work to captivate us

Sinking deeper into its arms 

As if its extravagant needle was not the one that caused us so much harm

 

As if it was not at its hands that so many brothers and sisters have been lost

That the teachings of the Lord are forbidden and professed to be false

That profanity has become a common greeting in school that is taught

That clothing is no longer a blessing

Only a hinderance to our generation because only a designer label bought

 

The appreciation is no longer in existence

No dedication is being expelled

Priviledges are now expectations

There is no longer substance in the word dedication