The perfect world.

So I stumbled upon a brief social commentary I wrote a few months ago. It isn’t that well written, but I feel as if someone might benefit from it.

I scaled the walls of innocence, not too sure what I would find once I reached the other side. I was hoping for freedom, for free will, for free love. But what do I see? I see the weak, the poor, the blind and mute, the deaf and dumb, the dogs with mange, barefoot pregnant women with blisters on their feet, snot faced children without a family and nothing to eat. A land of plenty? No, a wasteland of disgust. I cry out, can anyone understand me? Can they even hear me? I look for help. “Change” the politicians cry. “Hope!” They chant it like a sick mantra. I see through their brainless lies, through their charade. They’re all the same. They are really just telling us to submit and forget. Fuck this. The meek will inherit the earth? Bullshit. The only thing they inherit are the seeds of suffering planted by the rich. Corruption everywhere, hate permeating through everything, love nowhere to be found. A whole society built on shit. I look to my left and see a whored out fifteen year old offering handjobs for heroin. I look to my right, another girl fresh out of high school being skullfucked by testosterone fueled apes. I look up, yet another insignificant piece of shit in the grips of depression and addiction tossing his body off a skyscraper. I look down, blood on my hands. Did I do this? Could I have prevented this? No. It’s not my fault, at least no entirely. I see everyone has blood on their hands, it’s all our fault. When did it get like this? Has it always been this way? Did losing innocence let me see everything in a new light? or for what they really are? I just want to go home, I just want to forget. I climbed over that little wall that I once thought so big, and stared in a shocked state of complete unequal sorrow as brick by brick the wall was crumbling, the outside world wants me back. Why can’t I stay? “Fuck off and die,” I cry. It doesn’t listen, it doesn’t care. I sit there and stagger in self pity until I forget about any notion of peace and I conform to the hive mind, my hands as blood red as everyone else’s. You get used to wallowing in shit after a while. You get used to the taste of bile. The constant feeling of perversion gives way to numbness. Raping the minds of the innocent becomes tolerable, even enjoyable after a while. Satisfying yourself with a passed out whore becomes a past time. This is the world that our forefathers tried so desperately to prevent. This is the world where everything you want is yours. This is a world not blinded by morality. This is the perfect world.