Mankind

Walk around blind
Behind yourself with worry,
Waiting for the enemy to carry you away.
Repelling, if you may
As you’re waiting for the day.
Left purple in your frustration,
Bastards of abortion
Living in perpetual mental castrations
Evading penetration;
Vasectomies of verbal illation
And still show no such patience.
As if waiting a while will leave your soul vacant.
Mankind cannot see where beauty lies
Because we find that its eyes
Hide behind its mind.
These vengeful vultures
With stares of archery.
If looks could kill
It’d hit the heart of me.
Eyes see what they want to see
With short-sighted vision as it might be.
Fear-stricken by the unknown
And questioning the apparent given,
It wants to get saved
But turns its nose up at the prospect of hope.
Rather puppet-string up its dreams
And place its beliefs in a pope-on-a-rope.
Mankind is a migraine, and I refuse to cope
Or just crocodile-smile, grin, and bear with it,
Because for years I’ve kept with it
And went, swept away in a wave with it.
You’ll see it
And that angry mob,
You’ll slowly stat to be it
And the same freedom you fought so long for
You’ll turn the lock and key on it.
Mankind is greedy, and it never gets enough
Of stuff
It’ll eventually just want to get rid of.
I’m sick of the pretences
‘Cause the only emotion Mankind really feels is apathy.
It thinks that when it gets bored of reality
That it can simply
Change the channel
On these reality programmes
‘Cause it spends so much time
Seeing reality in programmes
That it starts to believe that
Reality’s programmed