T(r)opical

Virtual Reality.
Apathetic fallacy.
An inclined face with no remorse,
A shattered verse, a voice gone hoarse.
So say what you will about the world
And how pollution poisoned the girl
But retrospect, and look behind
It’s clear to see we are defined
As one proud planet, united, we stand
We never bite the feeding hand.
Now what’s to feed, what needs our time?
What does it cost to give a dime?
And what does united mean today?
United in white, or black, or gay.
But not together, though that’s our cause
We all know that, but we need to pause
And try to asses the situation
And who should lead our sovereign nation?
Cause it sure as hell needs something more
Than pretty boys to even the score
Or building block bullies that want it their way
Or jump-ship Captains gone astray.
And who am I to say a thing?
A rhyme, no reason, no peace I’ll bring
A broken word, is that one thing
That I will carry for all my life
And the pain will sear just like a knife
In my side
If I do not provide
That perfect word to help us guide
Those coming after, who will abide
To whichever rock star that just died.
So be your hero, follow your path
No other words will rhyme but wrath.
Please help me rid my mind of this
Relentless jingle, soft as mist
But always there, just a gentle reminder
Not to let the world leave me behind her.

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