The Sickness (Poem)

I’m feeling so sick
All through my body

That burning in my gut kind of sick
That nothing is right kind of sick
That wishing there was something better than this kind of sick

Everywhere I turn people are living depravity
Lying, cheating, stealing, killing, back-talking, conniving, gossiping, hating, judging, fornicating

Men view women as objects of sexual desire
And women somehow believe liberation from the patriarchy involves feeding into men’s sexual desires

Unconditional love is taboo
Faith is just a word people use when they feel the need to justify their dogmatic principles

Everything is backwards
Nothing is what it seems
People don’t even think about the words that come out of their mouths anymore

Group think is trend of the era
And all groups lead to the war machine

The sickness churns through my body
More intense day by day

I wish I could find a happy place inside
so I could lay back and sail away

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