Hemmed In

Not fittin in to these spaces
Dramatic dialogue behind
painted faces.

Nothing makes sense anymore
The streets are silent
The people even more

I hear the cries from afar
The dangers of guns
While the cell phone star

Who knows with whom I speak
They’ve put up screens
As walls and barriers for the weak

This other world hangs in space
Without any leader
Just chaos and disgrace

It’s suffocating our youth
Giving wind to lies
And watering down truth

Reality has become a show
For plastic people
Thriving below

I walk silently among the lost
Staying outside the halo
At all cost

The silent luminescent glow
Illuminates dark corners
A virtual snow

No temperature or degree
Can be felt
Or be

It’s finally outta our control
Replacing Pluto
As a planet or a hole

The writing has faded on the wall
We didn’t take it serious
It swallowed us all

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