What have we become
Desensitized and numb
In a world ever so glum
To the evil we succumb
Was this place a dream
Created in an eye’s gleam
Bouncing suffering on a beam
Making the delusional scream
Who tells us what to be
Eating from the poison tree
Not knowing how to flee
Before we become a detainee
When does this all end
Is this what we should intend
How much longer shall I defend
No more do I want to pretend
C.R. Ebowski
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/figure-it-out/
