Conditioned

I love to write. Anything. I may not be funny. I may not be a good writer. But I LOVE to write! It is an awesome outlet for me. As are all forms of art. This is one of my favorite poems that I have done. May everyone capture the meaning...

CONDITIONED

Serving worldly others, 

without assisting self.
Money bought salvation, 

repent to save thyself.
Conditioned, thoughtless lemmings, 

with educated hate.
Poisoned short of envy. 

Obliterate. Sedate.
Following their footsteps, 

as staggered as they are.
Blinding youth. Misguiding. 

A chalice lined with tar.
Narcism hovers righteously, 

shallow in its vein.
Bulging out with demons, 

dealing out disdain.
Convincing severed followers 

that Heaven left this path,
Leading us to gobble up 

the gold of satan’s wrath.
Simplicity forgotten, 

abused, and on retreat.
Betraying all with open eyes, 

weakening their feet.
A world of putrid venom, 

ignoring love’s release.
Sheltering in harbor 

the souls away on lease.
Rights have all been taken. 

“Free” no more exists.
Camera flash determines 

what the masses now will miss.

Copyright Jessica Kallio 2004.