Poems

Hurt

It hurts me to see the things that you do for work.

It hurts to live inside this system, knowing what it’s worth.

Money is worth nothing to our soul on this Earth.

Because, what happens when the corporations fall into the dirt?

And our life is the only thing left, but that’s what really hurts.

What’s material worth, when you look inside yourself?

Real shit, what’s Instagram doing for your health?

Take away the social media, you’ve got nobody else.

Now that smooth, black, screen shows a reflection of yourself.

So, you look up to the stars and you start screaming for help.

But nobody answers, man, that’s the cards you’re dealt.

 

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