Poem -

Who owns the right to your mind?

Who owns the right to your mind?

2017, the year of no views,

people only BElieving what’s said on the news,

social media, has brought nothing but shame,

jamming the human brain, with no sign of real gain,

we have people believing in free speech,

but reallY, we’re caged, stuck On normandy beach,

it’s a war, an endless fight, don’t yoU see,

between how we’reR supposed to behave, and whO We’re supposed to be,

they said the interNet would free our mind,

although, it seems to have damaged imagination and made societY blind,

hOUrs and hours spent in your phone,

whilst people around you commit the unknown,

whilst twitter, instagram and facebook fulfil your day,

people are spending every moment keeping suicide at bay,

this world we live in, it’s what we have created,

people walking around almost lifeless, behaving sedated,

what is it that people need?

money, fame or power? What does it mean to truly succeed?

we’re wasting our life trying to find direction,

to find something someone else calls perfection,

while on our own we begin to drown,

sinking in the abyss fighting for the crown,

who determines what to be is to be?

it certainly isn’t you or me,

BE WHO YOUR HEART TELLS YOU TO BE, NOT WHO EVERYONE ELSE WANTS TO SEE. 

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