My old poetry days

Medicated, sedated,
we’re all unconcentrated,
So many questions,
No answers
Just looking for a path cuz
This world directs us
Detects us
But it does not protect us
Spend our whole lives
Trying to cheat debt- just
Live without regrets
Its so impossible to forget
Carry all the burdens
Of our fathers
And father’s with no fathers
Don’t preach don’t follow
The gospel, the gospel and quarrels
Cuz its all lies
Its made to dramatize
Stressing every action
cuz we’re criticized
If we are meant to be free
Why dies our life constraint?
Instead of living for love
Children are bred to hate.
And that’s enough
We just discriminate
We don’t have to follow
The cycle
We have to break
The chain



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