This thing called life (short poem)

As we drown in the waters of recession and the brainwashed minds horde in their weapons afraid of revolutionary tactics by our government and president,
I daydream and have nightmares of midnight marauders under the flag of freedom enslaving me and burning down my residents...

It's evident in the past 400 years of America that when things get hard for the rich. It hits rock bottom for the poor,
The poverty stricken maneuver through hell while nightly in their prayer closets praying to see heaven's doors...

There are no white pillars in their surroundings only white rocks in the hands of demons who think life comes from the smoke in a glass pipe,
Ghost destine to roam this earth in search for the next touch of false hope surrounded by idle gods in search of this thing called life...

Life. A gift given to the most unworthy beings who abuse the love of the giver. Who mistake his kindness and love for weakness,
But when his wrath is unleashed beg for mercy when they give no mercy to others who ask for mercy from them. The lowly and lost souls they persecute for their uniqueness...

Life isn't forever so cherish its short years days hours minutes and seconds,
every day brings new experiences so heed to those uncharted lessons...