The Worst Thing In The World


The worst thing in the world exists because I perceive it.
Because I can see it, touch it, and feel it. This makes me believe it.
This makes me believe that it’s physically there,
Leering at me through dark and graying hair.
This ‘it’ is a man, or whatever I glean.
The worst thing in the world doesn’t like to be seen.
This thing, this person, doesn’t disclose nasty phrases.
This he/she/it is blessed with the most beautiful of faces.
Residing wherever the wild things are,
At one time it’s name was ‘The Morning Star’.
Keys to a kingdom were passed on in it’s fall,
It defended it’s cause not to kneel before ‘All’.
‘All’ being God in it’s greatest of glory,
Or so the book claims in its fairy tale story.
Now here the world rests in turbulent times,
Because immortal beings hold hostage their followers minds.
I laugh at this, though I’m a fleck through eternity;
A blink, a fleeting whisper, and dust will become of me.
What a shame, such a shame, the worst thing in the world is;
Fingers pointed, wars get waged, and truth becomes a prism.
All because we make it so, all because one day we imagined;
that there’s something more out there that we simply cannot fathom.
And so we pillage, plunder, and rape
And so we go on with our routine of hate.
And so no one knows just what to expect,
From the office of leaders appointed by the derilect.
The masses they’ll crowd, they’ll protest in vain
The worst thing in the world, oh what a shame.
Empires give way to enterprises that rise,
Corporations and greed who have no care for blue skies.
Buying off kings, governments, and land.
Leaving no room for fellow woman and man.
So what, who cares though, because you think you are free.
You’re paid for with paper so it’s not slavery.
There are many times I often wonder…I ponder….
Why the best of ideas are not ever funded.
In with the new and out with the old.
But wait! the world doesn’t seem to have enough gold.
It’s wasted on products that dismantle mankind,
And fill the people with fear of what they might find.
One day they’ll see that economy is a ruse
A way of keeping the meek easy to abuse.
A way to keep the dimwitted masses occupied.
So, here’s a statue, a building, and a cause to defile.
The masses don’t seem to care for the masses.
They only see ignorant, foreigners and asses.
I guess that it comes with the territory.
Of hating others so that peace may ring free.
It’s all been built through the good graces of privilege;
Who wrote us a check that gave us the edge.
We will do what they say now, no suggestion will be shot down.
Heck, even the almighty at one point decided everyone should drown.
It’s been written God did this with a heart full of love
Then felt bad about it later and gave you it’s son.
The Worst Thing In The world and the crap it comes up with.
I tell you, in my opinion, humanity has always been rather disgusting.
I can’t wait to be gone, to be the hell out of here.
Honestly, when I’m looking back, I’ll be happy to state that I no longer care.
Whether or not you can accept it, or see;
The worst thing in the world is them, you, and me.

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The White Raven

Writer, author, philosopher, philanthropist, poet, imbecile, denizen gypsy. A rare bird of sorts is what you'll come to think of me. I love to write, play, and work diligently to prove one day fiction will become a reality. I'm very simple when it comes to my views on life, a backpack is ideally my best friend and I found my mistress with paper and pen.

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