All point the finger
Trembling for gavels in hand
Denying their planks
Tag Archives: Poetry
Too Many Vices, Too Many Frustrations
Sometimes it’s hard to keep track of the chaos
2021 certainly has it’s issues to say the least
Tension is still fraught and the year isn’t half done yet
This won’t go away with a light switch
The pressure was too far to even allow a finger to turn positivity on
Hatred still permeates
Teachers take pictures of their feet on the necks of 10 year olds
People figuratively and literally push each other with prejudice
Petty arguments pile up online or offline
Social media slave auctions occur in schools
With little punishments happening
Bone rooms become exposed in universities
How far has society truly progressed?
It’s a deluge of sorrows and paranoia
In the crosswinds of division
When the heart is pumped with gloom from the earth
Undeserved Pedestals
Icons were forced to the masses
Spotlights, plaques, trophies, statues
All on full display
A finger from out of nowhere points to these sights
Without any audibles, the crowd mindlessly cheers
You know what they say about 50,000 or more fans, right?
The contrary was ignored
As heroes did insidious things off-camera
Caustic words, disrespect, subterfuge, even genocides
Yet they still get extolled
Pedestals become broken
When the unknowns and the slandered should’ve had them
Real heroes don’t call themselves heroes
The ones forced are always the ones who cause disappointment
Fandom Shaming Poem
Liking anything is difficult in this day and age
Sincerity dies by tweets and statuses
God forbid anyone is a fan of anything (that isn’t a sport, cars, or shoes)
Backhanded compliments
To overt insults
Are the name of the game
To be detrimental to another person
“What you like is worthless!”
“Only an idiot would like this.”
“You have such crappy taste.”
They all say that to one’s face or through an avatar
Especially when they want to want the fan’s world burn via burner accounts
Fandoms become factions willing to fight for their loves
A cycle could happen
As one gets burned far too many times
“Oh, you’re allowed to make fun of what I like?”
Says the scorned fan
“Now I’m going to reflect your verbal assaults.”
The shaming begins on the other sides
When first stones were thrown due to one’s affinity
Does it truly serve them right even if they were the aggressors?
Division Unseen
Gigantic constructs
Untold to the great masses
Crafting confusion
Worldwide Hypocrisy Haiku
The pots meet kettles
As abuses get called out
On the worldwide stage
Morose Overload
The will to care is still there
Yet the stream and loops cause the well to be fatigued
Thriving on tragedy is a misconception by others
It becomes predictable exposing obvious atrocities and hypocrisy
If only there could be a world where a poem like this wouldn’t have to exist
Stupid Spring Breakers
Of course, they would just call it a “mayhem”
Pandemic or not
If it was others, then it would be “looting”
Restaurants and hotels become battle zones of those trying to party all the time
More than Eddie Murphy in the 80s
Collective facepalms are all around in the Southern coast
Sorry to hear that when it comes to the innocent in the Sunshine State
Stupid snowbirds certainly ruin tons of things
Glorified Clique (Pathetic Subcultures)
You’ve got downtuned guitars and heavy-gauged strings
You must be SO hardcore
Claiming to be from this or that major city
Despite living in cushy suburbs about an hour away
Let’s not even get to the pop punk brats
Whining about “this town”, breakups, and friends
Put the pizza down and realize you’re not oppressed
Twenty and even thirtysomethings have high school mindsets
Disguising their cliques as “the scene”
Thank the Divine for COVID world shutting your concerts down (No wishes for the pandemic to harm anyone, of course)
And blocking your Hot Topic-core fashion shows that just happen to have live music
The entitlement was so strong it’s actually pathetic
As trust fund babies want to be fueled with hate (while secretly wanting the ramen, too)
To look all big and bad
There’s only so much that could help the scene
Suburbia was certainly a matrix of sorts in blasting these dime-a-dozen wannabe Rise Records fake screamo tunes
Drop A?
For like dropping a reality from their perception
Your subculture is a bloody sham
Diol Family, You Are Not Forgotten
Moving from the Green Star all the way to the Centennial State
Starting a new life for this family of five
All for a fatal blaze to snuff out these innocent souls
The injustice was a mile high like the city they resided
Parents and children all destroyed by satanic teens in masks
While the flames were from the igniting bigotry
One suspect didn’t fit the narrative of the conglomerates
As it was contrary to an unrelated isolated incident to fuel propaganda
Thank the Divine they’ll face justice as adults while living to tell about it
Others have been erased despite never slaughtering men, women, and children
Diol family, you didn’t deserve this
May your murderers face the most severe of consequences
Here’s a link to this story: https://www.thedenverchannel.com/news/crime/two-teens-charged-as-adults-in-connection-to-denver-house-fire-that-killed-senegalese-family
