Met Life Yesterday

Met Life Yesterday

With rules of a deprived and crooked society, a slow deluded march to death.

An illusion of self in hope for meaning, trying to live in the space between each breath.

Measuring life with what we have, fear ruling over every other sense,

Draining the known for being happy, getting approvals at peace’s expense.

Breathing defined as living, consumed by everything that is meaningless,

Hope is a mirage of what will never be tomorrow, weighing yesterday that was lifeless.

Oblivious to any form of truth, resentful to anything that’s humane,

Filling the holes with meaningless material, carving a life filled with disdain.

Noise of voices all around and yet everyone is afraid to speak,

And one who dares to utter a word is defined by all as a freak.

Believes gnawing at roots of the free, generations hammering at its head.

To give in to what is acceptable, give in or be a broken thread.

Met life yesterday, willed it to come with me.

It said they broke by bones brother, come here and sob with me.

Dhrubjyoti