A Selective Society Poem by Christopher Cariad
A Selective Society
Lying there in that pit of despair,
hearing the forward marching,
coming closer.
You piss yourself
in fear of what’s to come.
Oh dear man, don’t worry.
It’s just a parade to celebrate,
the world’s blind eye towards its weak,
and all you’re required to do is stay blind in the world’s
sight.
Sunday, April 6, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: society
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