Forgot for a moment
how this world breeds
such fine resentment.
Cultivate
a soil of hate
and drop in seeds
tainted by the deeds
of the inward turned
to grow the bitter herb.
Hail to the hard harvest.
There is no celebration.
Every day is every day.
No rules to feed the fools,
so existence becomes hedonism.
Calculate the sorrow
of another crop
yielded from the mud.
This endless field
of slime, and shit,
and lies, and betrayal.
Enough to feed
the whole world
for years,
but we starve them,
and so,
in their hunger,
they become gluttonous.
Feasting on the day,
only to starve at night,
and awaken again,
vile and ravenous.
Back in line
for another portion.
Never suspect the poison,
because it feeds
the endless addiction
of self image
and self abuse.
Keep feeding you,
until you believe
that all life
comes from me.
Anyone
who says otherwise
is an enemy
that wants to see you dead.
And your life erased.
Ground back into the dirt.
So easy to deceive,
as we suck down another mouthful
and head back to the field.
Bet you’d never believe
what’s real.
In fact,
you don’t;
even when you’re shown.
You’re already thinking
about your next meal.
HG – 2022
