A poem I wrote recently.

The sky is blue, the grass is green
Yet there are really only a few colors we can see
But believing in nothing
Is in fact, believing in something
And all we want is judgement
Every action is selfish, against their will
There is no good or evil
Someone has to loose
Exploited, oppressed, educated
But it is all an illusion
A dream
A death sentence
A blessing
Fear and obey your loving God
Your lord
Your elected goverment
Waiting to fit in somewhere
We are all sheep
And those who are not
Are wolves in sheeps clothing