A world that lets you think, yet narrows the vision
A world that lets you fly, with cropped wings,
A world where you remain eternally sentient,
Yet, limits your sentience, defines your cognizance.
Judged for your actions, executed for inactions,
Defined by transience, devolved of permanence.
When you burn in torment, laughing at your cacophony
A world that dwells in misery, haunting every memory.
Preying on someone’s pain, giggling on gossip.
A world of soul vultures, of mindless zombies,
A world of broken promises, of crumbling hope.
Where you seem free, yet remain bound,
Where love remains confined, convenience approved,
A world that ignores beauty, supports mediocracy,
demands submission, questions every union.
A world of disarray, of misguided directions,
A world of discontent, of compromised choices,
A world of lost dreams, of burnt visions,
A world of strangled freedom, of senseless reason.
A world that picks you up, when you fall,
A world that does a reboot, rekindles a flame,
Only to trample you again, only to hurt again.
PS: I wrote this poem after listening to this track from Westworld for a hundred times at a stretch. For those unfamiliar, the world of Westworld is a cruel one where artificial human beings are created for the sake of rich guys to fulfill their beastly desires of rape, torture and murder.
In a way, the world we live in is no different than the fake world of the hosts of Westworld. We live a fake life half the time trying to appease the world around us. This brutal poem is a depiction of that cruel world we have made around us.
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