[jaziz69]

Colour of crimson cuts destructs lives in our world;
you choose to work, but not your death or demise,
you fear, and life disappears in worry and tears while others strive to block out the black.
Block it with beer, drugs, “barkeep, another pint!” and such,
Escape through a door that only brings it closer;
wake another day, just another poured away,
like most of the others, down the drain with no shame.

Wait, wait; play this waiting game
and pray you’re at the back of the queue
because somehow it’s never you; never the same as these victims of death
lying in their last bed; rest…from what?
Rest indeed; a life tested by work and worry. Plant your seed, bleed
your fair share of blood, plead for this money,
this diseased destructed
madness of currency that you need.
To feed your children, to feed the greed that fuels a system of closed doors,
where the poor are the only free
but to think such would fair your mind in contempt,
by state and by self.

So what’s the norm?
The social construction in which we’re born
that stops the forming of any other thinkers;
to anything that links us to thoughts of common sense
that even parents tell children are wrong.
That to not do well at school, that only fools behave badly in such a workplace,
face to face with authority;
do not disgrace yourself by not learning these rules, these tools
that prepare you for life, my child for LIFE!

Just get a job, get paid and no strife will come
to an Ant self made through their own struggle.
But of all problems money is the cause and solution;
survival is bought, caught
in consumerism of material cons.
We listen to the television
and learn how to escape.
Yet best of our own produce puts minds not at rest but wake.
You want to rest?
And so who told you true escape from “life” is never the best, who?
The system that puts a knife to your breast and pushes slowly;
you survive totally
as a slave to every inch you’re given,
and believe without resistance that this “living” is a blessing.
While death is delegated to the end of existence.

So fear, fear all unknown,
or tear down its walls with the tool of science, through defiance
we can own the knowledge that keeps us sane,
that fills us with the facts that maintain life.
We must follow,
be led and so, “consciously”, lend our brains to manipulation,
strive to exact pain on those who threat with the Death;
propagation to stay alive with no rest, no rest for the wicked
while fear of unknown
ultimately upholds our unending existence.


So if life is work and death is the end,
we should mourn being left behind again.