Why are we still starting wars over
religious beliefs? Why are we still
fighting wars at all? Why are we still
trying to pigeonhole sexuality? Why do
we have to label everything to
understand it? Why don’t we want to
take better care of the planet? Why can
some of us still not get the concept?
Why are we still paying money to eat
fortified shit? Why do we operate on
money at all? Why have we let big
pharma get this bad? Why haven’t we
completely changed our public schooling
systems? Why are we still supporting
big corporations that are poisoning our
economy and why haven’t we taken a
second look at our failing political
system? Why isn’t marijuana legal?
Why is alcohol? Why do we still break
people’s hearts and why do we still
hide how we feel? Why can’t we
understand that every living creature
on this planet has thoughts, feelings
and the ability to suffer pain? Why do
some of us still want to exploit that?
How are some of us still able to ignore
it? Why do we still throw parties as if
we’ve got anything to celebrate? Why do
I still write as though it’ll ever make
a difference and why don’t more people
want to read in the first place?
Why are we so afraid of doing better?
Why are we so afraid of change?
I could keep writing and writing you
distractions to make all the mistakes
momentarily disappear from your
but the damnation of our process
has always been my place.
All of this horror has been swarming
inside our heads for decades, eras,
time repeats itself once again into a
combustion of infinite stupidity.
This has always been
and always will be
a poem you need