Over excessive society,
Underdeveloped minds.
Grouped groups, linked
Produced in modes, suffocating
In their consciousness. Fear
Of the self righteous, The many
Determine the one.
Social disorder
Conjured
By a thought, felt by all.
I have seen chivalry beaten and left
For dead, “sleepwalkers” corrupting
Youths, scared to look back, a time of
Deadbeat parents and lost
Souls. I know more than I care to admit.
This world that beckons,
Euthanasia.
Alfredo Jacques
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/matter-the-essence-of-consciousness/
