mega delerious

i guess
that i was affected

by something so deep
that my bones rasped and rotted

thinking about the state of the world

and it might sound cliche

but there were times

where suicide
seemed pleasent

compared to thoughts of six year olds
stitching my sneakers and wardrobe
in Myanmar
just so they could be repaid
with the pain of living in a factory
where their work was timed to the tenth of a second.

and really
when no one will buy you food
that takes the non existant cake
because it only says
that people are too inhumane
to live with each other

the fat and the starving
the dead and the living,
something said to me
that the greatest injustices
were extracted on the dead,
those targets that fell into iron crosshairs
only to be blasted out of the flight of life
in terrible scenes of wreckage
that are so horrible
that they aren't shared in a sense.

i could tell you
about the rich
but it is talking only
about the disease of the human creature
that can never have enough
even when its tissue is strong enough to care.