Poem of the Week: What Kind of a World

What Kind of a World
May 27, 2016

What kind of a world is it when you can’t stand up for yourself,
But instead are made to stand there and take it like a whelp—
Take it across the back and savor the pain with every lash,
Only to dish it back at others later on like an ass?

What kind of a world is it when you’re forbidden to face
The ignoramuses of the world and put them in their place—
Where the loud, clueless, and arrogant are allowed to get away
With acting our however they please and ruining everyone’s day?

What kind of a world is it when rage is justified
And people can forgive others’ irrational hatred and pride,
Even going as far as to treat it like one big joke
Until it’s too little, too late and it all goes up in smoke?

What kind of a world is it when being a self-entitled brat
Is perfectly acceptable no matter where you’re at,
Saying and doing whatever you want and treating others like crap
Without any repercussions at all falling into your lap?

What kind of a world is it when innocent people get screwed
Out of everything they’ve worked for ‘cause others were in a “mood”
And decided “Screw everyone else!” for one excuse or another
And make life miserable somehow, someway for their sisters and brothers?

What kind of a world is it when the bad guys get away
With whatever misdeeds they do and the good guys have to pay
For crimes where they were the ones on the receiving end?
What kind of a world is it? A messed-up one, my friend.

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