Window

Awe arouses as my eyes gaze over this picture.
Youth may be my downside,
but my perspective has always been at large.
Staring in disbelief at this distorted masterpiece.
Artful grasping a valueless, darkened world.
Morals escape from every character.
Running with haste to escape their confining frame.
Lack of respect is painted to be just.
The calamity is there for the insightful to see.
All I can think is what invaded this artist's mind?
What can cause one to invent a world this sick?
Skillfully introducing a sense of proportion.
Something only a rhetoric blind could envision.
The preposterous idea of family vacant.
God obviously oblivious to the wise.
A wise population sure of their education.
Information offered from bucolic hypocrites.
Leaders walk around with heads held high.
Vagabond servicemen keel over as mats for their feet.
Ignorance invades as the consensus applauds.
Cheers with joy as they lie oppressed.
Marshall law from those servicing and protecting.
Silently everyone ignores the truth.
Screaming for joy as a false hero is avenged.
Retribution for a murderous coward.
Cautiously the genius walk on shells.
Afraid to actually speak originally.
Electronic mind control is pushed on the youth.
Washing out any thought of freedom.
A corporate version of bleaching a stain.
The stain commonly forgotten called heart.
Production of liars and heretics.
A factory of sin.
The agenda has no place for disobedience.
For the rebels a complex of cash flow created.
Useless rubbish hung along the roads.
Propaganda for those to lazy to think.
Submission of creed is preached to the weak.
As the strong are destroyed as a result of fear.
Carrying the beast's number on their hip.
Protests rage against an antique machine.
Society claiming they won't be controlled.
Despite the fact big brother closed the factory.
Even the planet has protests of her own.
Parasites devouring her resources at will.
Drilling holes into her veins for personal greed.
All in hope for a paper they got from her trees.
Annoyed with the cancer that tracks her flesh.
She heats the core and blackens her skies.
Crying her eyes out to raise her waters.
Secretively plotting to unleash a reckoning.
Ridding herself of the plague of man.
Analyzing this picture my depression grows inside.
Without any clue of how to digest this vision I turn around.
Sick to my stomach I begging to heave.
So I open the picture and lean outside.