House Of Lies Poem by Jessy Liz

Million dollar lies ring out among
Helpless, silent cries.
Some are being drained
While others make a name.
Where is this line we sketch so neatly?
It’s fine print masked and signed discretely.
Perhaps hidden beneath designer clothes..
Tucked away somewhere so no one’ll know.
There are cheap smiles plastered on expensive taste
Where beautiful lives have been put to waste.
Souls have been sold to feel acceptance-
Body and mind have been neglected.
Not the top priority-
Instead just kneeling to authority.
Not even that of a democracy, but rather a dictatorship.
Heeding no responsibility to a house that you helped build.
Now countless bodies lie mutilated screaming out in pain
But to you they’ll never matter, never have a face, a name.
They’ll waste away in fear, weighed down beneath their guilt..
All the while you heed no responsibility to a house that you helped build.



To ANA