In our pitiful gifts
Spoils of our parents’ success
What are we
But what our parents make of us?
What society has brought us up to be?
How are we any better than our ancestors,
The ones that came before us?
Yes, those we call fools
Radicals
Or otherwise
Weak scrambling fools.
They’ve struggled and
Earned their right to be fools
What have we done?
We are flattered lathered
With freedom
Government grants
Legal rights
Individualism
Equality
Fairness
But did we ever earn these rights?
Have we sacrificed anything to create those
Abstract possessions?
What right do we have to
Calls these spoils
Our own?
Our own inherent rights.
We take these –
These acts of sympathy
The goodness of others’ hearts
And we tarnish them with abuse selfishness,
“We can do anything we want to do”
If and only if we have money to pursue it
Laws and rights to protect us,
And the freedom to make as many
And as plenty of mistakes as we need
Our troubles?
Our sacrifices?
What we gave in return for such a life?
We gave up life.
We gave up the experience
We have the ideas, but we never lived
Through to choose that idea.
We are drowning in our spoils
Life consuming us
With money and “goodness”
But we have no life.
Ha! You think you have a life?
What fucked up life do you have that makes you say you have a life?
So you’re happy, you’re proud, you have love
But why are you happy?
What are you so proud of?
When did you ever have love?
The human race is dying
We are folding in ourselves
We fulfill ourselves with lies of
What’s right or wrong
Of bettering society
Of improving technologies
Of creating newer and better things.
What ever happened to those times when people lived just to live?
No struggling to pay rent
No backlash over gender, color, or religion
No compromises
Those times when people worked together to get food for their kind
When people played together like baby cubs
When love was simply yes or no
When the only law was “and eye for an eye, a toe for a toe”?
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