Nothing Is Real

“Do what you want
Say what you feel
Always be smiling
Cause nothing is real.”

Chanted the dark, hooded figures with
Risen barriers already on their faces
Ridged arms and calloused fingers
Curved lines with jagged edges
Body markings not made with ink alone
and smiling faces with eyes not masking sorrow.

“Do what you want
Say what you feel
Always be smiling
Cause nothing is real.”

Chanted the body, cried the soul
With outside elders dryly remarking at the rebellion
With which rebels never call for help with dispatched limbs
But rather with written deeds of a broken heart
Where they are called to justice among the slaves.

“Do what you want
Say what you feel
Always be smiling
Cause nothing is real.”

States the society that now overtakes them
The once future generation reduced to a coward’s measures?
As greys strive only for darker greys
And the sting of new blood affects countless others
The structure has crumbled
There is naught left for us now

So do what you want
Say what you feel
Always be smiling
Cause nothing is real.