Gentle

Nothing is real

The gentle world is harsh

The blue sky is cloudy

The teal sea is dirty 

The building is collapsing

One thing is real 

The world will end 

As promise for every soul it will end

When life drain from a body it shall end 

Yet the newborn suffers 

For the anger of the one before them 

For the neglect of the one before them

One they never met

One they never get to hate

Do green this, do green that  

Useless! 

When the other side is burning

Yeah they are burning

Each round release worth a year of disgust

Nothing is real

When dog life matter than a being

Crazy! 

When our tears stop dropping 

When sight get diverted 

We are all blindsided

No matter what side you are

We are all blindsided

Silly dance is fun

Death and dying is not

Are we satisfied

Is this prideful

How can we live like this

I mean how dare we breathe 

Through this sickening reality 

I suppose

We really are all a gentle being

Gentle and selfish monster-like being