We’re all the same.
Stop with the pain.
Its all so lame.
Everyone has a share in the blame.
So picture this and do it well;
What stands right here is the latest swell,
Of pure unadulterated despair.
We are all stuck right here!
Dissect but it won’t alter the course.
Been screaming so long my voice I hoarse.
Yet no one listens or even looks.
Sometimes i wonder if I’m mistook.
Then I remember all the chants for a kill.
Putrid incantations that are making me ill.
For all your hate is to twist and divide.
You have no idea how much I want off this ride.
We’re all the same.
Stop with the pain.
Its all so lame.
Everyone has a share in the blame.
Still fingers are pointing to everyone else.
No one sharing in what has been delt.
None are innocent if they have aged.
Cause everybody has failed to turn the page.
Dismiss to pass the subject by.
Still I am left wondering why.
Are you all so terrified you cannot speak?
Or is it purely because you are so weak?
Whatever it is I am sick to my gut.
Waiting for the ribbon to be cut.
It is coming and we are all aware.
Not sure what I can do but stand shocked and stare.
We’re all the same.
Stop with the pain.
Its all so lame.
Everyone has a share in the blame.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 