These are the turbulent times
These times that are so twisted
My brothers and sisters
These are my blisters
My blistered Mind's so weighted
Waiting for the visuals that
The Third Eye has created
Because the internet made
Grey Matter a Grey Area
Making our visions Faded
These Times
Where all we watch is Tel-LIE-vision;
Where, Living to end Lives is our
Only Mission. Hugs and Kisses?
X's and O's were never Real. Love?
We replace the 'O'
With a selfish 'I'
So all we do is 'Live'; backwards
So we're all 'eviL'.
But what the 'F', the other way around
You Realise Without the 'V' it's
Just 'Life'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem