Can't shut it, can't make it go away.

How do you people do it? Just throw up a protective shield and pretend these problems don't exist? As if children all over the world aren't being blown up by missiles. As if adults aren't slaving away under a government that is only looking out for their aristocratic purses. As if families aren't being torn apart by corruption and warfare.

America, land of the free and home of the brave.
America, free from caring and home of the ig

Fickle laughter chases the air like flashes of lightning.
Hearts cringe as emotions are cast to pull our strings.
We lap up the lies, indulging in what we can not have.
Never satisfied by what we hold, we reach out for the unattainable.

거짓말. Lies. I crave more and more because
my standards will not be tempt by the fools I can meet.
Delude and lose myself in the haze of dis-reality.
Is there anything left for me to sustain my worl

I'm sick and tired of all you adults doubting me.
In fact, I'm so sick and tired of it all that I refuse to think any more.
I am giving up.

I said it. So now just give me the data, the facts, the trivia so I can choke on them and spit it back out to you in crumbled chunks because I no longer care to try and digest these "lessons" . Because according to you, I never had the ability to learn in the first place.

A product, a robot.
That is what yo

In a room, a little boy is bleeding. He sits down, wails louder, louder, louder. -----

People in blue uniforms bust open the door (height of camera is down with boy; never see the head of the uniformed people), picks up the kids (someone lifts a crying little girl onto shoulders, and the boy is picked up by the back of his shirt and hangs onto a burly arm). The doors shut, and pressed onto the window pane as the van drives away is the older sister's face. -----------------

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We all want to be told stories, and we listen to them in the same way we did when we were young. We imagine the real story inside the words, and to do this we substitute ourselves for the person in the story, pretending that we can understand him because we understand ourselves. This is a deception. We exist for ourselves, perhaps, and at time we even have a glimmer of who we are, but in the end we can never be sure, and as our lives go on, we become more and more opaque to ourselves, more and

In a dusty, sunlight room, there is a shelf of dolls and toys. One is an over-sized golden retriever and another a small, chubby boy. Yet another is a thin, stylish school girl--complete with hair done, uniformed outfit and matching shoes/purse. A pair of hands--a child's--reach for a one-starred ball in the center of the room. A golden dog trots up to nose the ball, and the hands take the boy and play it with the dog. Young, innocent play. Endearing.
Until the schoolgirl w

In an unbiased world
We Stand
Proud
Together
Tall, short; right, wrong

In Peace
We Smile
Because We Know
And We Understand
That Everyone Else is
Just like everyone else.

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In the world as we know it
We Trudge
Under
The Weight
Of all the crimes we've commit
In horror of ourselves

We Keep Searching
For an Answer
To Why
We hardly ever do
The Right

A shiny red apple, polished and perfect,
held before your imploring eyes,
inviting you to bite into its soft, white flesh.

A shiny red apple, grown with stolen genes,
shipped countless distance from home,
marketed to be part of your innocuous consumption.

What goes on beneath the skin?