Stand Up

Was it fated for us to be mated? Then why are we hated? Every time they speak I feel suffocated, but that can't be related. So I'm medicated, sedated; my affliction is carefully calibrated and overrated. But in the end the only solution is for me to be decapitated, cremated, and my soul elevated. Because I can never be elated, not when everything is so escalated, and people like me are decimated, eliminated, and eradicated. How can this life be appreciated when we're all subjugated, regulated, and agitated? The rich are venerated, even when our bodies become dilapidated, outdated, and mutilated. Our lives are negotiated and delegated, and we're all so captivated that we become manipulated.The endless hunger is never going to be sated.A long time ago I died. I want to choke on cyanide, commit suicide, so it can't be denied that they chide, lied, and spread their pesticide.I tried, but I cannot confide for worry of a remark so snide. Your ears are wide, but my heart has been petrified. Death and war to be glorified, not to hide the side of those who died. The tide of the husks who were lost cannot be rectified. So be my guide, take me on a ride to find those allied who will abide by the laws that have been nullified. A gruesome test that we will override to be certified for freedom to be never again denied.