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What are we really?

By Taylor NewbyPublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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As we carry on day by day with our cell phones and shirt that says “Slay,”

What are we really?

As our heads are bowed in silence watching a conversation happen on a screen, unfocused in reality but on reality tv?

What are we really?

As we preach on morals and humanity while walking by the homeless, wearing new shoes we got on Christmas?

What are we really?

As we fill our bodies with poison, encased in pretty packages reading “organic” and “farm fed,” not seeing the destruction under that label of blood red.

What are we really?

As children are being thrown into a bubble to protect innocence where they can’t survive in this world without assistance but kids in foreign lands walk to schools over large distance.

What are we really?

As leaders who haven’t lived a day in the streets try telling us what to do, all under the slogan “we understand you.”

What are we really?

As the world continues dying under our feet, but most of us are focused on the radio's new beats.

What are we really?

In class we learned we are blood, cells, and skin, but no teacher mentioned a weightless soul within?

What are we really?

Are we just flesh and blood to die and be buried in this dying earth? Or do we have a soul that floats off to Heaven or to a rebirth?

What are we really?

As we become disconnected with everything else on this dirt sphere, yet we move on to reach for the stars...out of what...fear? Too distracted to aid what we have been failing, we just get on a rocket for smooth sailing.

What are we really?

Are we murderers and serial killers to all other species? Are we sucidal in our living?

What are we really?

I’ve been told we are human, a superior race. But to all other animals, we are a pure disgrace.

We rampage and slaughter without a blink of an eye,

We continue on this path until our bodies wither and die.

We create our own disease and kill one another,

We can’t answer the door — we can’t be bothered.

You see the brilliant light you’ve heard of when you die...

Is nothing more than a phone screen killing your insides.

Your soul can’t be happy, it gets depressed.

Your eyes ache and mind becomes stressed.

Your hands become sore and want to be freed...

But you clutch your phone watching fake humanity.

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