A made up word for a very real condition faced by all human beings. |
-Pandifference- by Keaton Foster Full of people Cattle with opposable thumbs Always ready for battle With no one to fight But for themselves Some of them are sheep turned wolves Their hungry guts ache for more Insatiable needs trump all reason The two are indistinguishable To those that are blind Heathens and heretics alike Pillars of society dressed Like mediocre circus clowns That have long since been Not even a bit funny Some of us see Some of us with eyes Others with our minds Both will not allow them to lie Full on people like us exist Creatures incapable Of doing what it takes To be so incredibly numb Even more look away Unwilling to accept All the hidden killers Looking for a victim Practicing with a weapon Uncalloused are their hands Vanity as always is king Look at me many scream Ignore all else many plead Arrogance all do bleed Hemorrhaging offers little relief Death will come as sure as the sun Living is another matter entirely What we do, could be confused Mistaken for what it’s not Instead of scrutinized For what it has become A giant, understated pandifference A made up word for a real condition Facing all of us who are alive Claiming just because our hearts beat That gives us every right This world was made for us Or at least we think it was Nothing could be further from the truth We are a splinter in the forest of existence We are insignificant in every way defined God is our creation and thus our damnation To our own words we have become enslaved Weakened fools in an existence of terrifying creatures There are many cattle and only a few wolves The hunger on both sides never ends Their lies the pandifference of who we are And what we have allowed ourselves to become… Pandifference Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |