Civil Real Eye-Zation Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

They claimed the 60s exemplified only peace and love
But, it seems to me, the residue was like a kindness put on pause, or pawned, someting that came on lease
As if nice was disease you might catch, instead.
Empathy out of style: the laws of supply and demand—all that jazz.
The great musical genius of the world
Didn't 'erase the hate'
Or offer any real solutions.
Peace only leaving us more divided, with an incessant, tiresome debate.
The more we argue, become violent, and fight;
We make a U-turn back to the wrong left from what's right
I gaze around any room
And the only thing I feel is walls closing in
That unfortunate beauty in despair and sin
Tragedy tastes like a fine-dining, red-wining, five-star meal
Biting the forbidden fruit, decadent desert which tastes like dying
We know in the corners of our minds, we humans find it all so delicious!
God's trickery; the human mold—simply vicious!
How lovely that bad feels—so good
How do I navigate right when this is all I see left?

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