A World We Live In Poem by Joshua Bantum

Where grown men beat their children, and the
Mothers are ungrateful for their kin,
Siblings carrying hatred for their loves,
Children intoxicated unobserved.

Where education is a joke,
One constantly tread upon like a path
Beaten to dust.
Where I myself could graduate
Drunk, so drunk
So often of the time.

Where college means nothing,
People constantly afraid of their worth,
Where your worth is summed up
By those unaware of their worth,
And the usual
Lacking of it.

Where a heart felt,
Is something to be afraid of,
Where being honest means nothing
If there isn’t a catch.

Where love means torture,
And then embraced by fear,
Means departure.

Where men pay for sex,
And women for attention,
Or worse,
For survival,
Or worse,
Both being the same.

Where wine cost too much,
And beer too much,
And love too much,
And friendship too much,
And much,
Costing too much,
Where cost itself is observed as a purpose
For guiding one’s opinions on anything.

Where, in the quoted best city
In the world,
I’m alone, feeling alone,
Writing,
Writing alone
Feeling nothing for anyone,
And sorrow I hold not,
Not in contempt,
But I am alone, this is true, sadly in
The biggest city, popularized by film and cut wax
Models,
And nice, shinny,
Figurines of plastic dreams
That are as artificial as the people
Who created them
And who enjoy them