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Poem - #25 | Society Kills

Society Kills

Society loves killing,
So cruel is society
That it tells us who we are;
By the way we dress,
By the scars on our wrists.

Society telling us that
 We won't become successful;
Off of these collections of
So called poetry.

Society, playing us like we are a damn game
Like we are the little pieces
That move from from one space to another;
Telling us where we stand 
Where we belong.

Society, judging who we are,
Because of who we have been
In our pasts
Which decides what we can be,
By what we have been before.

Society portraying discrimination,
By treating a man different for his skin colour;
Like he doesn't deserve as much as a man of no colour,
Like his family is not as important,
Like he is too dumb to speak up against them.

Society, killing off it's own people,
So many deaths
Killing it's children by getting in their heads
And making them feel they are not good enough
The children feel so out of place
They feel like they're pushed around
And end their own lives.

Society, falling down on our people
Poisoning their minds
Like acid rain,
Ridding our minds of any hopes or goals or dreams,
Society loves killing.

~Sushant Norbu Bhutia

He's a well-established poet. He has recently compiled his works into a book: 'Words Expressing Emotions.' It's available to be pre-booked in Amazon. His instagram profile is @snb.090.


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