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I wrote a poem!! YAYNESS!!
I finally wrote a poem. I am so happy!! Its like a huge boulder in my path has been rolled away. I wrote another but this is the better one. I want you to think about this poem. It has deep meaning that won't be realized right away.
“Modern Society”
I can’t eat.
I can’t sleep.
Voices in my head—
I can hear them whisper
Sins I’ve never committed.
Alone and unconnected to God,
I can never please my fellow man.
They rip away my clothes, my thoughts, my body, my religion. [this line means that 'society' rips each of these away bit by bit]
Powerless, I become nothing but an empty shell of flesh and bone
To fill with animal instinct and a pre-programmed mindset.
There is no refuge—
No faith.
No God.
No hope.
Where have we squandered freedom?
Most importantly, what have we done with love—
The force that once set us free
But now suffocates us with flesh and blood.
Remember your origins—
Remember when you were free to think, to feel, to move.
When we were more than a naked body
Hiding in the darkness of our own ignorance.
More than a mannequin.
More than a statue.
More than Modern Society has made us.
9/3/03
Think "Minority Report"/Clones in "Star Wars: Episode Two".
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