Poetic Perspective (part 8) -What If?

   WHAT IF?

What if you can’t tell the difference between the cops and the criminals?

How can you comfort the sick when they are terminal?

What if all the ads on TV are subliminal?

What if this is the reality you are already in?

Where nothing matters and there exists no sin?

What if God was created and a figment of someone’s mind?

What if it was the “blind leading the blind”?
If happiness was sold so that you don’t commit suicide?

A disguise that keeps you alive

For the truth would eat away at you until you faded away and died

Moment by moment eating away slowly on the inside

Like cancer spreading inside your body –there is no way to hide

Just dying to survive

So you can say goodbye

But why say bye when death isn’t the end of life and your soul’s energy is keeping you alive?

What if politicians were thieves and the government worked solely for profit?

What could you do if you did not have firearms to overthrow, replace, or stop it?

What if the poor kept the rich alive and the rich exploited the poor?

Why is it a crime when the poor rise up and want to settle the score?

What if parents scarred, damaged, and traumatized their children?

What would be the point of enabling life to begin?

What if doctors prescribed medicine only for profit?

What if the patient couldn’t afford it?

How could you treat the patient if he refused the medication and stopped it?

What is worst, the cure or the disease?

Slow death in agony? or passing away quickly and easily?

What if demons existed but only in our hearts?

Existed with us since men evolved, civilization expanded, and modern society began to start

Murder, violence, bloodshed, war, rape, and forced incest

Coping mechanisms that failed to deal with our stress

What if killers imitated violence on the TV screens?

Nothing is as it seems?
What you see in front of us, even though it is real, is constructed and make believe

The media tells lies, what’s recorded in history is half a truth, half faked

History written by winners, crooks, and thieves

Making sure, they control your mind and all that you see

Entire groups silenced, exploited, killed off, and left for dead

Entire countries and land ravaged, pillaged, and populations left to starve to death

Peoples, books, symbols, and languages all burnt or erased

Until they are left, as a case study since that was their “fate”

What if society celebrated death by celebrating killers instead of victims?

What if victims were used by those who seek opportunism, money, and those willing to trick them?

Giving them hope and shattering it just as fast

Like watching your dreams die slowly, melting away like bodies in a car crash

Life’s not meant to last and neither are dreams

Only when you eliminate society will you end this disease

Otherwise life is repetitive, no reason to believe we can proceed

No reason to believe this cycle will end and civilization will ever succeed.