Tired

I’m tired of you people

I’m tired of the one-uppers

Tired of the Debbie Downers

Tired of those who would strap bombs to their chests

And those who would convince them to do so

I’m tired of the self-righteous

I’m tired of the self-concerned

Tired of those who tell me what I am to feel

Tired of those who will not take time to heal

But instead point fingers in every direction In fear

I’m tired of stuffing my face with

Products designed to get me hooked

And it’s working

I’m tired of needing money

But not having enough

Tired of hearing about explosives guns killings murder racism

I’m even tired of ‘multi-culturalism’ and other words like ‘globalization’ which supposedly help us describe our planet and make us all feel better about doing exactly what we have been doing but fail to describe anything at all and ultimately make us think that we know what the fuck is going on

Such words skate over the ice when the issue lies many, many feet below sea level

I’m tired of being told how to respond to such things

Of my association with such things

Because I am committing no such thing

But feel a collective guilt swallowing each and every one of us whole

Who can we blame?

I’m tired of the haters

For it seems as if they far outnumber the lovers now

Tired of the hippies who want us to hold hands to make it all better

And the politicians who point not fingers but bullets and missiles in attempt to fix a problem

A problem caused by bullets and missiles

I’m tired of trying to keep busy when the world’s falling apart

I’m tired of being told to find a purpose when purposes are running thin

Of trying to find meaning in something which appears to be meaningless

I’m tired of television

And news

And media like you

But I am not under the illusion that the media is causing the problem

I’m tired of not knowing who to blame

Who can I blame for the world’s atrocities?

Who can I blame for these deaths?

Who can I blame for broken families and lonely children and hungry people

And am I to blame myself because I have enough to eat?

Because I have loved ones?

I’m tired of not being able to say anything anymore

For fear of being contradicted by one-uppers

One-uppers who care more about shock and awe and making the lower argument the upper

I’m tired of our forgotten history

I’m tired of people blaming religion for problems that would exist even if religion ceased to exist entirely

Tired of the religious people blaming our modern world for fucking everything up

Everything has always been fucked up

But now we know about it more I’m tired of being bombarded by more images than words

Tired of rumors and gossip as topics of discussion in the stead of ideas

Of scapegoats

Of the idiots on this planet who would make our problems larger than they would smaller

I’m so tired

And I’m sure you are too

We are all so tired

But what are we to do?

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EDIT: Spacing between lines wasn't quite right.