Spyder's Poetry Empire - Forum

I.

I saw the best minds of my generation corrupted by the false safety
created by suburbia;
who knew nothing of the dangers their fathers before them went
through to maintain this
safety,
who thought nothing could impede on their perfect town,
who were never exposed to the dangers of the real world,
who claim suffering is sitting through seven hours of school five
days a week,
who claim hunger is not having anything to eat for five hours,
who claim oppression is not being able to wear the clothing they want,
who claim sadness is having their hearts broken by their one-week
lover,
who claim sexual harassment is someone asking them out to dinner, or
a complement on their dress,
who ban a doctor who relieves suffering through death and then show
this on television,
who drug their dates and then rape them just to get a cheap thrill,
who kill their unborn child just because they wanted a girl,
who beat their wives at night and then can look themselves in the
mirror the next day,
who see crimes in the street and run away,
who see crimes committed by their heroes and celebrities and turn the
other cheek,
who see crimes on a television show and laugh,
who sue anyone who looks at them the wrong way,
who starve themselves and make themselves sick just to meet some
misconceived vision of perfection,
who punch holes in every orifice of their body to make themselves
think they're beautiful,
who force people to work in sweatshops halfway around the world and
think they're doing nothing wrong,
who force their kids to play sports, or dance, or model, just to
relive their lost childhood,
who can't remember what happened in the last war or even why they
were fighting it, but can remember all the words from their favorite
movie,
who spend hours sitting in front of a magic picture box while the
seasons change around them,
who spend hours sitting, pushing little buttons making an imaginary
man jump up and down,
who buy salvation for $29.95 from Billy Graham on early morning
television,
who destroy the natural wonders of the world and use profit as their
excuse,
who destroy species after species of animals with out even blinking
an eye,
who destroy their environment with chemicals known to be harmful just
because they're too lazy to find another way to do things,
who complain when they don't have enough money to buy their third car,
who complain about everything in the world but aren't willing to do
anything about it, and then complain some more when nothing has been
done,
who dream about a perfect world with peace, and love, and harmony,
and then wake up to find that this world of which they dream doesn't
exist, and they wonder, why?

II.

Why did the world turn out like this? Did we have a choice? Did we
have to make it like this?
At the time we thought it was a good idea. We call this good? How
stupid could we be?
We blame it on others; we blame it on the weather. We blame it on
anything and everything except those who are truly to blame.
We laugh and celebrate while others are suffering. We make
ourselves -- no we force ourselves to believe that we are helping
those who suffer. But that is all it is a belief, a lie, an illusion.
We have faith in some omnipotent god, but persecute those who have a
somewhat less farfetched belief.
We say that the world will change on its own if we give it enough
time. Is it long enough when ten people die? Fifty? One hundred? One
million? When is long enough?
When thousands of people are suffering needlessly from curable
diseases, when we yell and scream and hate those who don't live or
believe the same ways we do?
When is long enough?
Why did the world turn out like this? Did we have a choice? Did we
have to make it like this?
At the time we thought it was a good idea. We call this good? How
stupid could we be?
We blame it on others; we blame it on the weather. We blame it on
anything and everything except those who are truly to blame.

III.

I'm with you by your bed
where you suffered a nervous breakdown
I'm with you by your bed
where you collapse from starving yourself
I'm with you by your bed
where your go blind from staring at a box all day
I'm with you by your bed
where your get an ulcer from your stressful job
I'm with you by your bed
where you overdose on aspirin
I'm with you by your bed
where you get a venereal disease from a ten-dollar whore
I'm with you by your bed
where we try to survive in this world of self-indulgence,
depression, and corruption
I'm with you by your bed
where we curse society for doing this to you.