Cynicism Disease

yet another poem, Cynicism Disease
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Writing and Poetry

the air carries with it now

a peculiar germ passed by the airwaves

a odd feeling of increasing hopelessness

the cynism of the world

the feeling of the end

the water fills us full of it

when they say the water is no longer safe

when they say the sun will fry us alive

when the claim the air in our lungs will kill

when they say our neighbors only want to murder our way of life

and forget how we are obliterating theirs

the medical fat cats laugh at the way we suffer

holding back the cure as we cry out

the political demons switch their beady eyes the other way

towards the votes and the promises of compensation

and forget to offer us the hand outs

that will potentially save our lives

has god forgotten us

or is it the greedy that has forgotten him..