How Many Little People Feel Like a Peon just like me?



To Feel So All Alone,
Due to thoughts, perceptions & mentality,
To Travel back to old days
Where creative, individualization and uniqueness were not targeted specifically.

Where Freedom meant choices
Nothing commercialized or forced upon
Yes freedom even in religion
THERE WERE NO SOCIAL CLIQUES THAT WERE PRESSED TO BE A PART OF.

Where people respected one anothers space
Where there were No Internet to breathe
Negative or weird subconcious place.
When people were people,
not in a notorious act.........
When jealousy and phsycotics
Were not the norm in fact.

The older i grow......
I am able to see,
Why as generations get older
They compare...."Way things Once used to be"

And priorities and values
That have different through eras & centuries
While America steadily driven into mass hatred and poverty.
This one goes out to the Millions of those
who were so selfish in thinking absurdity.

About this poem

WallMart is An Excellent example! All those shoppers thing cheapest for me. Now eat the complaints cuz people HAD THE POWER........If only they united and Did Not Patron based on MEGA CORPORATIONS

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Written on January 28, 2024

Submitted by Zoeanncharlieryan on January 28, 2024

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Scheme XABA XXXX CXCXDBD XAXA XXAXA
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 898
Words 163
Stanzas 5
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 7, 4, 5

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