Torment Me More

I was just beginning to relax,

hadn’t found a need to react

steered my way clear of facts

wanting less reason to act

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Yet you keep hammering home

reality tv’s quest to comb

through society’s ugly injustice

to leave me in constant notice

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of our garbage world of hate

and crime that rips to negate

any notion of humanity’s love.

In St. Louis searching above

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all the hate and rationalization

allows the pendulum in motion

to continue to riddle our lives.

We keep stacking the archives

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a blood-letting with a constant

no matter where in an instant.

I want to hide hurt and fear away

play myself a little Marvin Gaye.

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‘What’s goin’ on’ that changes

how society rearranges

the same disdain, out loud message,

a ‘we don’t give a …’ visage.

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I have lived a life of dreaming

we could somehow stop clinging

to the hate, the horrific release,

Man’s fearful idiom wracks our peace.

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When are we just going to stop kiling

ourselves. I mean, give our lives meaning.