Look, you can chat on Snap, Facebook, Insta ‘n’ that
Me, I’ve got my preference set to human contact
Living life on Twitter or the likes of Whatsapp
You tend to get depressed seeing all the things yours may lack
Then again, maybe that’s not necessarily true
For what if you hold a different point of view
Just another junkie before they hit the floor
You feel so much better than you ever did before
Next, you find you are counting foes amongst your friends
Food for thoughts and these ads that never seem to end
Morning through til night; they control that train of thought
We no longer give life meaning; turned into mindless robots
Young and curious, I opened all these doors
Old and useless, left only wanting more
(Rhyme scheme – AAAABBCCDDEECC)
Help me forget this place where I dwell
These grey granite walls I know only too well
My dreams gone adrift in these oceans online
Amongst the sharks of these sites, it’s life redefined
So please, help me forget the extent of these sins
Seven most deadly thrive within every skin
They ebb and flow like a force that dictates
Our future, our path until guilt overtakes
I cannot forget all of these troubles
Lacklustre love and obligatory cuddles
Family, friends… No, it’s the foe that’s myself
Puts value on status instead of my health
Can you help me forget a world that’s so wrong
It seems violence and sex is all that goes on!
(Ryhme scheme – AABBCCDDEEFFGG)
The feeling of discontentment in today’s age of information and the inability to forget these problems even if you wanted to.
Age of information
When winter winds are done;
And spring brings forth the sun.
It holds a hidden power,
Emotions match the hour.
So if I keep them close,
Display them as a rose.
When frost does turn me blue,
I’ll know then that’s my cue.
(Rhyme scheme -AABBCCDD)
Cruelest is the man who sits and says nothing
Stand alone stare with some harrowing message
Or maybe it’s the poorest, crudest of man
Who we all brand as violent, biting at hands
What then of the angry indignant man
The one who feels drained with no moral compass
Moans and groans develops own brand of justice
Then there’s the soldier in all different shapes
Who plunders and kills or kidnaps and rapes
No words for the actions of each head of state
No words for the actions of the man who wields hate
No words for all those who play life with high stakes
Doesn’t life burn you when spending it thinking
So here we all are; consuming and sinking
What defines cruelty in modern macro-society.
Good/evil, judgement in society, social morality, social awareness and consumerism.