Lunatic
They tell me My mother is a lunatic She lost it the day My father forgot her They tell me A lot about my mother Like how she is the root Of all these problems They demonize my mother And I listen to them Create pictures of a suicide mission My grandparents should have aborted They tell me Not to take sides With my last line of defence They tell me She is a problem The kind nothing can ever fix They tell her Swallow your pain And walk past this suffering Like it never happened I watch them excuse the validity of my mother's existence With a lack of respect They tell me Your mother hates us They tell me She dissed them They tell me She is a loner They tell me One day you will end up The same as your mother They tell me, I listen They tell me She is a burden A weight that would drown me They tell me But I don't hear The noise begins to drown them. Society's Nunc Dimitis There have been times When we only dreamed of the future The kind of dreams That promised us a better society; We still dream of this objective vision But isn’t it all a negative mission? Because we are in this present future But from what I see, We don’t need no preacher To tell us we painted the wrong picture My generation is in remission We are the ultimate cavemen Expressing our feelings and emotions By way of cheesy emojis No point in wearing a smile When a grinning, yellow, round face does it better We are detached from reality We live in close contact with LED screens That understand our every sequence In a way that Our next-door neighbours never will Better safe to bump fists And shake hands virtually That way, everybody keeps their pride I am conflicted but I am not alone You got no best friends We are in this together No need for counselling or therapy these days Just write a blog post And give everyone a piece of your Mind We say, No one cares anymore But what if we all are in the wrong place? Because virtually, There’s real love going around On a certain roller-coaster ride called SOCIAL MEDIA The one place, with society at its best We express our love With twelve thousand Facebook likes Instagram sees all of our best moments And apparently, A hundred thousand retweets are all the flowers You will ever need for heartfelt sympathy Snapchat proves psychology wasn’t wrong Because truly, It exposes the base side of all men- Kittens, puppies, donkeys and chickens Civility is a long-lost distant cousin Diplomacy to a lot of you is an alien So we take our grievances to social media Where everything goes viral- Our pain, anger, obsession, hate We cut connections with the block button And condemn immorality with sensational leaks We turn around in mock disbelief And say, ‘Look! Society is so rotten’ Now, that is what I call amazing My generation is a realisation of the past’s projection And I think This is what they saw In their dreams of a better society. Wolfpack Contributor Bio: Coby Daniels
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