sick of...

I exist in depths of solitude,
pondering a goal:
to live in peace with habitat,
yet still preserve my soul.
I yearn to be accepted,
from all to get respect,
but in doing so, I betray myself
and that I won't accept.
A young heart with an old mind,
internal conflict never ceased,
outside of that, a divided world,
its so hard to find some peace.
I can't join in the complicity,
to wallow in simplicity,
recluse myself instinctively,
remove myself submissively.
So each day i wake in anger,
fuelled by bitter hate,
don't want to be an outcast,
won't yield to common fate.
Sick of seeing catastrophe,
that noone wants to face,
sick of those who got but don't give,
I'm sick of having to take.
Sick of the system, based on capitalism,
where a rich mans vision,
makes a poor mans prison,
and politicians
they don't given me a pot to piss in,
so I'm sick of having to listen.
And off their decision, people killing and dying,
we've lost all hope, ceased in trying,
Lifes a bitch from the start, that's why you enter it crying.
Sick of nominal justice,
the innocent criminals,
promoting ignorant bias,
through legal subliminal.
So screw that blind bitch, she must be on the rag,
I'll take a shit on the charter
and wipe my ass with the flag.
I'm sick of the greedy reverends,
religious figures condemning,
cuz if God wanna trip,
don't need him or his heaven.
And if I end up in hell, oh well.
Because I've done 20 years wallowing in the feces produced by our species,
judging men by their wallets,
women by their titties.
As for opinions of me,
Do I care, not really,
I simply seek to live free,
become all I can be.
So in summary, when you look at me,
simply know this,
I am not angry
…because I am anger.
I am not dangerous,
I am danger,
against all injustice,
a black power ranger,
your words mean nothing,
I seek change in behaviour.
Knowledge and wisdom: humanities saviours,
our most precious companions,
so quit being a stranger.