You are worth only the marks you score, The exams you pass. You will always be mediocre in some way. The only books that matter are academic books. There is no knowledge in novels, In poetry, In prose. There is no need to read anything that won't help you score more. Only thing that matters is how you perform, If you fail it's your fault, If you excel then the credit goes to your parents and your teachers. Become a horse with blinders on, Go from one exam to another, Failure in exam means a failure in life. It doesn't matter what you want to do, Don't follow your heart, Do what's acceptable in the society, Become a convention abiding puppet like everyone. Be outstanding but don't stand out, Don't think outside the box , The box is enough. Obey your father he knows better It doesn't matter what you want to do He has seen more of the world than you. Anything you say will be used against you So keep silent. Suppress that voice of yours It's useless and leads you astray from the dream life of a middle class family Of A job A house A car A marriage.
Listen up keep your eyes on me I wanna make everyone bleed What is up with this degeneracy Everywhere I see it's clowns saying follow me I've never ever seen such bullshit before Maybe it was always there and I believe there's more Why is everybody rapping about sex and bitches About drugs and alcohol bars and riches I see all these breed so senselessly Listening on repeat, relentlessly You're not a hip-hop head don't call it one You're just a wannabe gangsta go home son You claim you got bars but I see zero, none Everyone claiming to be the biggest baddest crackhead the biggest baddest dopehead All I see is a scene that is brain-dead All the creators and writers all the rappers and the fans Everyone's just mumbling and jumbling like the bumbling idiots they are You can count the lyricals and their listeners on your hands Wish i could see some sense but anywhere i see is filled with idiots there
Now I'm no one to tell I'm not even in the hip hop scene Someone's gotta ring the bell I'm just tired of this obscene Women twerking their asses and asking not be objectified Call me when you get some brain cells then my chauvinism will be rectified I ain't someone great man I won't tell you what to write But go get some brains mate and go towards the light I've always been a metalhead I don't feel for rap But I'll also be lying if I said all rap was crap Even though I don't listen much I still can appreciate it There's room for greatness like Tupac Em and eazy e made it I've pretty much said everything I had to say I hope i was speaking your language right I hope I've hurt you and you'll think about all I've said All this was just off the top of my head I'll be back with more might.
This photo I found on Instagram inspired me to write this poem. @dreamscapes_calling on insta has shot this picture.
Serene untouched beauty. I'll sit here as long as I can, I can't sit as long as I want In the distance I hear men, Men with chainsaws, With earth moving machines, Coming for it. Waiting to turn it all into, Application forms, Exam question papers, Policy papers, Paper bags for a greener world. Placards for protest, Save the environment, save the trees, save the animals, save the world. Money. Medicines. Minerals. Or a power station. Deforestation.
Brainwashed teens and young adults, Hollow activists from the comfort of their homes, Just shouting with voices incoherent, Status updates to seem cool, For validation. Change the display picture to save the world. Few clicks for a sense of achievement. Those who take concrete action, Drown in the screams of virtue signalling. Is this the best we can do? Go ape shit on an issue.
So let me sit here just a while longer, Maybe just for another moment or two. Because I know what you're going to do.
All the smiles are in the pictures None on the face. It's a race To show off To show they've got a better life. Everything you aspire for when you watch the rich, The glamorous, The excess. Everything you wish you had that they have. Everything you're made to wish you have. Everything's measured in likes, Shares, Promos, Engagement. Just another way of begging. Without shame. To be apparently perfect Share none of the flaws Only way to be superhuman For the average Joe. And then in a post open up about their flaws Their struggles, To gain sympathy, To gain followers, To gain publicity. . Given the chance everyone will do it. Even I. Some show their breasts, some show their brains Guess who gets more recognition. And why? @r____n__s
There are many broken hearts Writing for each other. She's writing for him And he's writing for someone else. There's so much love to give But no one to receive, you're all lucky. You all feel something.
But who will write for the broken man? Who will write about him? He, who doesn't care for anyone For he, has none. Accustomed to empty rooms, Empty bars, Bored of his own echoes and shadows. Who will write for him?
The clock ticks on , The dreary day goes on Everyone asks how he is. But no one means it, No one wants to know. Why would they, he's just another acquaintance. Who will write for him? He, who wants to care , He, who has lost hope, He, who just exists, not lives.
Even the alcohol doesn't taste as good anymore. @r____n__s