The Monster In The Closet

I have grown to hate,
In a world holding love,
As the purest form of propaganda,
I have lived hopeless,
In a world where all one needs,
Is a dream,
My self pride dwindles,
In a world where arrogance,
And cockiness,
Are the traits of idols,
I have lived open minded,
In a world of bigotry,
And in a country,
Founded by men claiming equality for all,
While slaves prepared their evening meals,
I stand out,
In a world where trends,
Are the religion of the week,
For all too many,
I live honestly,
In a world where our very leaders,
Are expected to lie.
I have grown fond of peace,
In a world where War is normality,
And neutrality is a fading hope of lasting existence.

We All Hide,
In the sun's gleam,
Of our forgotten cliche's,
Our lasting doubts,
We all quiver,
Before a mirror known as false hopes,
When that realization smacks us all harder,
Than any physical strike,
We all constantly cover our true selves,
In the arms of the ones,
We claim to bear it all for.

I write in ink,
In a world where blood,
Is the only lasting inscription,
Words in stone,
Erased,
By the bullet's,
Of A silent strike,
Aimed at this nation's heart.

Standing above the deceit,
And our true nature,
Lie the monuments of the actual heroes,
Giving blood for Nationalism.
Their names etched in marble,
And their family's hearts.
Thus I have grown,
In a world of permament,
Barbaric,
Recession.

It was put best by Eliot,
"We are the hollow men."
We fight for oil,
And let children starve,
We fight for religion,
And let the planet die,
We fight for honor,
When all honor fell,
Before the power of the firearm.
We utter racial slurs,
When we all bleed red,
We jest,
Laughter being medicine for the heart,
While others weep,
In sorrow,
For the same battle we all wage,
Within ourselves,
To hide virtue,
Laugh at anything and everything,
Morals are now as valuable as pennies,
Abstinence is more important than peace?
And now stand before our ruler,
The All Mighty Dollar,
We are slaves to our currencies,
Bowing before our banks,
Bullets, Disease, and Death,
Now all occur in the name of Fear,
Poverty,
Recession,
Loss in this pointless quarrel,
In a world where we are slaves to our own fate,
Where I, myself, am a hypocrit for this very work,
My only request is,
That we look beyond ourselves,
And at,
The monstrosities we have all become.