Prisoners

Are we all prisoners
of this civilization?

The bars electrified
by the memories of our pasts
and each time a finger slips
our brains fry a little bit.

Freedom is impossible
when the bars are invisible
and our currency
is paper
because paper can set on fire
and our currency is computer code
because computer code
can be served to another.

The ones with the most
they to answer to death
because the solution hasn’t been found
at least not for us
not even for the richest we hear of
have beaten their mortality
nor have they escaped their bars
because their rockets
are chained to Earth
bringing them back down.

This place here
is hollering at us all
and it wont let us forget
that we are animals
and animals feed
and animals try to survive.

Our morals are conflicted
covered in the red liquid of our pasts
woven within history books
written by biased eyes
in which truths
are never truths
and our pasts
will forever be ugly
and our futures
are fighting our animal instincts
in which tell us
we need to escape
in which we react
trying to leave our homes
in which the truth
that we ourselves are animals
and it’s ourselves
that we will never escape
keeps surfacing
because we will forever be
HUMANS.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina