BARAKA

[(weedguru)scarf]

from a few years ago

Wander across the world to unlock your eyes
Living in Hollywood doesn’t give meaning to lives
Especially when kids are feeding off trash heaps
Next to animals scavenging for food to eat
Everyday contracting new diseases
Until they meet the grim reaper
Crying over spilled milk-
These kids have real reasons to weep
Weapons stacked next to skulls reaching ceilings
Bones of lost ancestors piled and jumbled without feeling
Next door soldiers selling armed shells
Expressionless existence as they sell pieces of hell
Hold destruction in your hands just for an instant
Before you cringe, click, and unlock corrosive resistance
Decomposing fathers litter waterways to wash in
Bathe in the ashes of brothers and lost kin
Fires form smoky pillars of souls rising to heaven
Lined up by the river in stacks of seven by seven
Twisted faces believing they can feel the burning
Old traditions unchanged by modern learning
My government in another country mortaring
Faceless ants under them~ so they can keep slaughtering
Play chess with populations because nobody’s really involved
A few million more, and I guess the problems solved
Celebrate the stone statues of battling soldiers
And continue to move back as we grow older
Kids squashed in bed begging for a nights sleep
Unleashed fits of disease in one night released
Growing like goats packed into beds
Nightmares haunted by the sound of flying lead
Lives shred to pieces by economic deprivation
While we swim in coloured paper like Disney’s animations
Only had to travel half way round the board
To understand what our society can afford