The Problem With Society Poem by John Vogel

A mother grieving, warm tears streaming down her dark brown cheek
no words to speak, no consolation, Her son lies bleeding at her feet
another victim of the street, a victim of society, a blind machine
designed to keep us confined to being less then what we should be,
pushing the underclass back on the street, make a living or die trying
grinding daily for a mad society's lies and never asking why we dying
we buying into the lies, societies the bank and we got unlimited credit
to the same organization payin more for war then education, we indebted
the social creature, the beast that feeds on poverty, destroying us
the more we try to fight, the more we realize, society is poisonous
the mother grieving, asking why, the scene's replayed a thousand times
the young man bleeding, see him die for a pocketful of unfounded lies
societies device to keep them down, keep them quiet, keep them dying
they keep on lying we keep on buying it, they selling us our own demise
another needless death, another life lost to this social beast we see
to 'the street', the name we gave to the early grave made by society
a dream they feed us, freedom from the bonds, but only bind us tighter
denying us the right to the pursuit of life liberty and getting higher ;)
as the young man lies there, i walk away, the sad scene unapproachable
thinking to myself, the problem with society, it's too damn anti-sociable