9 to 5 with low wages
Earth decaying
We see wars and shootings everyday when we were young
We were promised clean energy
Cars hovering, lights brighter with colors when we celebrate
Instead it locked within the chains of papers and metal
Even with the highest degree, I wont be enough
Only the very top of the crop make it and even they suffer
The Genius burn like stars and drown themselves out of the spot
Only to tell the next one "It's not worth it"
The Artists starve while sell their art for free for likes and comments
The Dashers are out of gas yet still run to get a quick buck
Content is pouring with a little bit of everything
Everyone is crowding around to see what happens to the humans
Media is collecting coins and sharing the pennies
The world is turning slowly with a small breeze
because there is only machines making connections
Money is in stocks and NFTs burning up like the sun
It's no longer in the streets near the car washes
Air and water is soon to be on sale once the last tree falls
Creation is priced and youth are canon fodder
But
What will happen to the people when the paper and metal is gone?
How many hearts have to fall for a solution?
Who would care?
About the Creator
KuroHoshi
A Poet, An Artist, and the person who tries to become a living star
I write the about the creatures from underneath my mind
Some are happy, others are truthful, but I'll let you decide what's their fate
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Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson2 days ago in Fiction
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This piece is so beautiful, and poignant, and so true to how we're living now - which is depressing, but it is how it is. Thank you for sharing!