Thoughts

We march along. To the beat of the same drum.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
The pitter patter of different feet of different races pushing the same ideologies of;
Greed.
Lust.
Warfare.
Brother-against-brother.
Step by step.
Toy soldiers, hmmm?

We've been spoon-fed from inception. Not desire to create of our own.
So we gobble up their.
Food
Lies
Religion
Politics
No one questions - why?

So we're led.
By the
Hand
Leash
Contract
Dollar
But who's doing the leading?

Is it the
Politician?
Lawyer?
Doctor?
Mother?
Father?
Who controls what we discern as normal?
Who or what is normal?

Too safe in the reality that they've fabricated for us - we're afraid of what's outside the cocoon.
But shouldn't we be scared of what's inside?
Fear
Cowardice
Avarice
I mean, what is this?
What have you done with your choice?

We push away all the good things -
People who care
Love
Hold us in high esteem.
For those people who
Hate
Destroy
Malice.
We must be the only species who desire tumors.

Well I'm done.
Watch me march to the beat of my own drum -
Tap, tap,
Bang, bang, bang.

What will you do?