World Confused

Nothing feels the same
When everyone has gone insane
Acting like the end of days
In and out of the phase

I’ve seen the idiotic craze
Looked like people are in a daze
Gasoline in bags of plastic
Car is going up in flames it's f’ing fantastic
Sweet sweet karma found
Everyone comes tumbling down

Hate begets Hate
People think it’s too late
I guess that's the human fate
Truth there is no time to debate

Racism doesn’t exist
Yet you can be a colorist
Hating for color is like a cyst
Needs draining
And the masses need retraining

People sitting in misery
The rest is history
Yet you're supposed to learn from it
instead, you repeat and throw a fit

Lost in frustration
You are an example and a Demonstration
If you’re old and disabled your fired
Forget about being retired

Being used
Feeling abused
Reality refused
Only to find the World Confused

©2021 By M. Robbins

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