#pocketpoem #poetry #atheist #atheism
There was once a time when suicide seemed insane,
now is just seems like the great escape.
I did not ask to be here, why should I stay?
Tori and Tova, my two reasons I allow myself to breath each day,
even though I do not support them financially in any way.
Nothing I do or say seems to change my status as a
broke, unemployed, enemy of the state.
Melancholy is what I retreat to in a haste,
It helps to dull the pain knowing 30,000 children died of starvation today.
Knowing the average lifespan for someone living in Chad is 46 years old,
how can the world be so sad? so cold?
Ignorance is not bliss and apathy I dismiss,
so I'm left with reality, the world is full of shit.
I mean the defalcations of corporations.
Rich men who do not care if any children die or live,
making a profit no matter what, is their religion.
The positive means nothing when the negative is being hid,
humanity has been hijacked by a culture drenched in selfishness.
Ironically, this is another reason I must live,
I have to try and influence the way it ends,
for my kids and future generations.
These are the thoughts of an atheist who faces reality head on,
not behind an invisible 'god' whom can be a scapegoat for the worlds problems.