You found a meta for waging war.
Hashtags and at’s feed this forever more.
With words as weapons thinning the herd.
Growth has been stunted.

Evolution built only for a few.
Select who prevails based on narrow world view.
Disagreement is a declaration to destroy.
Eaten by technologies rebranded as new

Fiction dolled out as fact.
To show emotion is to become trapped.
As titles spout more opinions as truth.
Witness this, the death of proof.
Guided by hands greedy for cash.
Stability is what they wish to smash.
For peace breeds no contempt.

Locking sights upon the young.
Greatest resource to bring into a doctrine.
Promising futures that will never come to pass.
Twist innocence into ammunition.

Ragebait fuels a lust to hate.
Amplified by algorithms designed for control.
Tearing freewill until subjugation consumes.
Bow to others malicious intentions.

In the midst of this disinformation age.
Having concocted our own suicide grave.
Obedient to a fictitious standard.
Modern version of having been branded.

Firearms are so out of style.
Why kill when lifelong humiliation requires no trial?
Tags keeping a history of your standing.
Less than one percent will survive landing.

You walk these halls like a ghost.
Upon false merits you pray others choke.
Slandering honesty with broken lines.
All you know is what you have designed.
With no truth in the words you speak.
Being kind is seen as weak.

Falsify when you cannot win.
Justice is but another’s empty dreams.
Wrapped in ash and soaked in bile.
From duress your love will drown for a while.
As demons dance for what you’ve done.
Innocence sold for nothing.

Barren reaches where souls suffer pain.
Institutes draw axe’s to behead again.
Framing hope in a crosshair sight.
Won’t be long until we feel a bullet bite.
Haemorrhaging that which should be left to grow.
Rather than becoming a new corpse in this row.
Illustrating where peace gave way to war.
As young folk prepare to suffer more.

Now tread these roads you’ve worn so deep.
All around are sights harrowing and bleak.
Meanwhile sun rays bleach out eyes.
Hollowing civilians so they can be used as a disguise.
What a time to gamble like a fool.
Reckless abandon has become the perfect tool.

Bars so thick they might as well be walls.
Confined in this humble hell of mine.
Straining at the seems from a lack of space.
Gratitude is being erased.

Lights so bright I might be blind for good.
Fragments loiter where memory should.
Mounting pressure crushing out my senses.
Feel as though I’m living in past tenses.

Funneled into a narrow tube of conformity.
Prattling voice keeps it’s droning tendency.
Sapping energy from my very core.
Same old same old is more than a bore.
Culling joy out of future hope.
Making me feel as if I might choke.

Silence so broad it might never end.
Drowning in place might be a trend.
Siphoning out what should belong to me alone.
Am I real or simply a clone?

Subjugated beneath the hanging tree.
Hysteria for some but not for me.
Watching as these days turn into nightmare-scapes.
Recalling events gives me body shakes.

Funneled into a narrow tube of conformity.
Prattling voice keeps it’s droning tendency.
Sapping energy from my very core.
Same old same old is more than a bore.
Culling joy out of future hope.
Making me feel as if I might choke.

Gripped by indecision.
Not sure where to go.
So unlike my normality.
Hence my conundrum so…

Give me guidance.
I demand of my myself.
No such thing is forthcoming.
Am I simply so frightened?
Can’t be sure either way.
Head keeps spinning endlessly.

Stirring where I lay.
Confused by my intention.
Why am I conflicted?
Get a grip on comprehension.

Show me a sign.
Lead me on my way.
Brain keeps whirring nonstop.
Not how it used to be.
Do I think I’m being rash.
Or is this fight or flight mentality?

Need some peace and quiet.
Place to forget all the noise.
Not sure it’s what I’ll get.
Too wrapped up in this moment.

Paralysed by choice.
Fearing the unknown.
Is this a right decision?
When I am alone.
Cannot say yes or no.
Either follow change or lead a dead flow.
Used to be so clear in my head.
Here comes anxiety again.

Solace for my position.
Juxtapose without dereliction.
Too much in my mind.
Need to weed out all this background sound.

Circle slowly like the crows.
Whose beady eyes watch for throes.
Carrion to satiate growing hunger.
These things are worse when they’re younger.
For time teaches all who survive how to persist.
Rather than be swallowed up by impenetrable mist.
From which monsters often rear.
Ready to turn those who doubt into a smear.
A way back from which there is no hope.
It is a one way slippery slope.
Down toward the deepest dark.
Find yourself there and you’ll call it stark.
That contrast compared to where you were before.
Realms steeply laden with forgotten lore.
If walls could talk then this place would be loud.
Mercifully stone possess no such trait.
Yet do not believe this place to be dead.
Such a conclusion will see you fed…
To creatures of malevolent being.
Spying them will leave you reeling.
Wishing to be anywhere else at all.
As if they set you up then you shall fall.
Of that outcome you should have no doubt.
Their tenacity is not a thing they will flout.
Honed over generations just like resilience from crows.
But vultures circling means your life will now close.

Scream with me!

Drift,
If it feels right.
Be resolute in the face of spite.
Do not bend against your will.
Ignore if you’re commanded to swallow some bitter pill.

To idolise,
Is a step too far.
Gloating forces you beneath the bar.
Morality is now but a dream.
There are so many faces and all are trying to scheme.

Vent all that does not bend.
Halt vengeance for it cannot mend.
To float amongst the flotsam,
Will only drag you down.
Keep yourself in health.
Then you’ll never drown.

Speak your truth.
Be your proof.
Live your way.
Don’t bow to anybody.
In this life or any other!

Harsh winds of winter cutting through your soul.
Seek shelter from this bite before it takes a hold.

Shivering to the bone.
So far away from your warm home.
Out on the roads that are so bleak.
The ride is at least another 3 long weeks.

Lusting for a soft bed of comfort.
Instead being met with cold unforgiving stone.
Howl as the gusts pick up pace.
Feel uneasy during rest in such places.

Far removed from the norm.
Of being safe out of these storms.
Where leaves whirl like razor blades.
While driving rain makes all good spirits fade.

Getting closer now but still seems so distant.
Weather is now so abhorrent.
Would rather just curl up and cry.
A change of scene would be nice to spy.

At the centre all is calm.
This zone of tranquility an old farm.
I know it well for it is where I did grow.
A smile at last across my lips does flow.

Out of this harrowing weather through which I have rode.
Finally I will feel much better as I warm by this fire with those I know.

Another day filled with fake shock.
Too many want to be angry around the clock.
Spouting more hate than any single person should hold.
Deafening volume about how they can’t be bought and sold.
Yet those who shout loudest are often the biggest issue.
Contradicting their words with the actions they stick to.

While I will be…
Gutting the drama.
I don’t want it anymore.

Its a bore.
Facsimile that may be important to some.
I’m not going to be one.
Cause when all is said and done I want to shine.
Not be covered in grime down in a spectacle mine.

More yapping behind backs about how to be true.
Pity they are the fakest of any damn crew.
Proclaiming peace while mongering for war.
Parabellum scrawled upon their front door.
Forget the rest of the quote as it was written.
After all violence is all they want to be committing.

Meanwhile I shall be…
Gutting the drama.
I don’t want it here anymore

Block out all these psychos and their latest trends.
Chasing another witch hunt then abandon again.
Conviction is weak in these hearts so jaded.
If you looked at them again they would have faded…
Fled to whatever the next outrage that roars.
Where they’ll scream for a moment before getting bored.
Then repeat they cycle over again.
No substance, just fluff, as they play pretend.

But I will be…
Gutting the drama.
Can’t stand it anymore.

Its a bore.
Facsimile that may be important to some.
I’m not going to be one.
Cause when all is said and done I want to shine.
Not be covered in grime down in some pointless spectacle mine.

Born into solitude and death.
Scrounging for scraps to fill an empty belly.
Wandering frightened and cold.
Lost amongst every moment of each breath.
Pondering what a different life might offer.
Unable to comprehend how it could be better.

Living without hope or love.
Growing feral in these streets so tough.
Drifting between places of grime.
Bear witness to murders and other violent crime.
Hiding beneath cardboard in pouring rain.
Wishing something would end this fear and shame.

Calling out to the dark that surrounds.
Quaking as you lie curled up on the ground.
Desperate to see a shining light.
Something that you cannot imagine being so bright.
Then day slides into view and you go roaming without a clue.
Mild improvement in this living hell.
Eager to get attention that you’ve never felt.
When out the blue someone heeds your cries.
Gathers you up and takes you inside.
In your shock and fear you lash out unsure why you are in this new here.

To your surprise you aren’t cast aside.
Instead you are shown a new kind of life.
Filled with love and caring tone.
Given everything you have never previously known.
Warm bed and plenty of food to boot.
Your cynicism easing as you slide into this new norm.

It’s true what they say after all.
Time and love really can heal all kinds of wounds.
From stray born to a dead mother.
To sheltered, cared for and loved like no other.
Happy ending’s can and do come true.
Just hold on and never let life get the better of you.