550. Criminal Empire

Until we change the world,

It threatens to destroy us.

We, the victims of life,

Huddle in this great necropolis,

Imprisoned by ourselves.

Look at what we’re doing?

Criminality is normalized,

And normal feelings criticized;

While victimhood is psychologized,…

And for what “greater good”?

Does this help anyone?

Other than the criminals?

Who stomp on others’ rights?

As the arbitering sentinals,

Of human destruction?

Why aren’t thugs called insane?

And offered rehabilitation?

Instead ‘different’ means insane,

And victims get mere indignation;

And all the social shame.

A society’s wrong,

That lets criminals go free,

And others pay for crimes.

Understanding criminality,

While misunderstanding mercy.

For no mercy will come,

When it’s assumed that bad is okay,

And being good is ‘just too bad’.

The most innocent will always pay.

The road to hell’s been paved,

With those society chose to lay,

At the feet of those it saved.

K. Aldaya, 6/28/21

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548. Oppressed

Don’t make me laugh human.

You are nothing if not a joke.

You love to blame everyone but yourself,

For every fire you stoke.

Don’t make me laugh human.

Do you think that you know of pain?

You love thinking that you are so oppressed,

And touch blood for the stain.

Don’t make me laugh human.

You don’t know what it’s like to be,

Pushed to the outside of your own species,…

Forgotten completely.

Don’t make me laugh human.

Your superficial victimhood,

Is so clear when you always get to speak,

Louder than others could.

Don’t make me laugh human.

If you were oppressed, you’d be me:

A humanoid-looking being who’s scanned,…

Classed as, “Anomaly”;

And no one would ever agree,

To listen to you, or to understand.

They’d simply press *Delete*,

And then continue on as planned.

K. Aldaya, 6/13/21

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