we are not well

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10458
United States
40° 51' 43.8444" N, 73° 53' 9.636" W

what are we coming to
a wild pack of wolves
foaming at the mouth
on the attack
ready to strike anyone in our paths
sadly to say
even ourselves
our souls have become infected sores
laying waste to a spirit
that at one time once brought light
into our eyes
to show everyone the way
who are we now
that allow our children
to search through their own selves for recognition
and laugh over the death of others
along with themselves
like it was only a cartoon
how have we tattered remnants of royalty
through hatred and disloyalty
come to swallow this puke due to constant failures
and say we've eaten well
then watch a horror scene of a woman being raped by one's son
a pimp turning one's daughter into a ho selling herself
in a desolate neighborhood in hunts point
these children are definitely not on point
leaving pieces of their hearts
along the street
for roach-like cops to raid the neighborhood
and declare color folks as criminals
you know what color folks i'm talking about
flowers that don't bloom in the spring
they are made in laboratories
love is a game you can buy hot on the street corner
hope is a cancerous tumor
infesting inside our brains
and all the religious leaders of the world
make up all the excuses for masturbating
along with child molesting
in the face of god
while the government make dying an actual lifestyle
this wickedness
this wretchedness
laced with cynical dreams
of another planet
where no one sings, dances, laughs, or smiles
instead, wait like a stone
for an acid rain tide to wash them away
we are not well
we have all been attack by the pack of wolves
they drag parts of our bodies
up and down the avenue growling and barking
and the world celebrates
with mandates and parades
with talk shows and rap records
and morsels of our brain being rolled
into spitballs
to blow and spit in anybody's face
because they have nothing else better to do
but if we survive this moment
this holocaust
this frantic searching
through the soul of a devil
if we survive this
what will we become
will we still lock our doors
and be full of fright galore
Or will me melt
into some unknown gas
that will last long enough
to start this vicious cycle
in the world we are living in

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