Friday, September 22, 2023

The Asylum is Full

We walk circles, whispering,  muttering
In the asylum, we encourage free speech
Speak your mind, however it is diseased
We never know what might be revealed
A world around us, is bleeding dreams
A life given, no one forgiven, I scream
I am without flesh, I'm made of shadow
As our civilization is becoming hollow
We've no future, only fields gone fallow
From fears of a future, we are shallow
The world goes on, with or without us
Things must get better to find justice