This entire existence is violent,
Yet the media will remain silent.
Darkness overwhelms the vastness of light.
Cannot anyone cease these pointless fights?
Underdeveloped, a group resistance.
Why battle forth with so much persistence?
Territorial and desensitized,
We commit horrid and atrocious crimes.
Just a teen without a father figure,
They pull me into the larger picture.
Pressured into a lifelong agreement,
How was I unable to foresee it?
I’m foolish enough to believe such lies.
We amount to society’s scapegoats,
Degenerates who kill to stay afloat.
Perpetually imprisoned, I stand.
This inescapable lifestyle, so bland.
I am another statistic tonight,
For the bullet pierces me, and I die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem