The suit of truth is nudity
And while you evoke the muse
And dress the literary uniform
The trendy swastika of the mind
Your freedom departs
Your anger is strictly academic
Trained for consent

While birds and corn fields are simple
Unaware of their greatness
And someone writes a better poem from within
A child place
More revolutionary than mastered thoughts
Of adult minds

Are you striving for meaning?
Are you a passionate dog?
Are you looking at the lawns of injustice right in your front yard?
Are the bugs beneath your head itching while you’re trying to sleep?
Is the pillow full of blood?
Are you looking for the human being?
Are your fanciful skills aware of the suffering of your brothers?

Your sense of justice is too defined for me
You are a hater not a pacifist
Please give up being an artist and go fix your makeup instead
It's ruined with pointless despair.