off the dome

We are trapped in a world
of pain and suffering
mishaps and mayhems
broken families
with no fathers
crying mothers
asking why?
Tons of sex & drugs
Hardcore thugs
Throwing war signs on the corner
government officials lying
little children dying
on the street
being slain before our eyes
symbolizing our own demise
So many broken souls
with nothing to eat
Can it be the end?
there is no love to calm it all away
Instead we work
the daily grind of bones
leaving us empty and alone
looking to the sky for guidance
To the riddle dubbed life
we got so many problems
and are stuck in the middle
of limbo and hell
and if you can’t tell
We are losing the battle
Living in a time of hypocrisy
Is this what life is supposed to be?
Could it be the subliminal participation?
Of you, you, and yes me?