Turn Your Cheek - Poem by Nelson Torres
Shame, came, popping pain pills,
For some reason forgetting seems to bring thrills.
And even though we're killing our own brain cells;
"it's better to be locked than alive and well".
A man once told me we create our own silence,
But everyone got angry and decided to act with violence.
Too blind to see that our very own problems
Are made by yours truly and all the popped pills.
Just because once wasn't enough,
You kept coming back for more to fill the lust.
Addicted to a substance that got you fried;
Shooting yourself without a bullet proof vest is what you decide.
And in this world there isn't a place to hide.
Your guide just died, his name burnt by your very mind
"Time is only wasting, so let's get wasted"
Doesn't it concern you that it only takes 2 seconds to debate this?
Recognition is the first step to getting better.
America is crumbling to the core and only getting fatter,
Feeding their clients with money and greed,
But you need to stop consuming to turn your cheek.
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