The Messenger

We destroyed this life with tears.

This world has lost its meaning with years.

We have been locked up in these cages.

An idea of what we should do through the ages.

A misconceived creation of perfect

Obtained through gross neglect.

A vision,

Fogged by man's hand.

A bad decision,

Chose by those who thought themselves grand.

We couldn't have been more flawed.

Disproportional ideas of grandeur.

Now we all just stand awed.

We are poor.

You ask me how to change this world.

I am sorry,

But I am only half a puzzle.

I cannot show you how to fix this.

I can only show you what it is.

Our demise.

The blackening of our life as we know it.

I am no savior,

Just the messenger.