Pathetic Fools

When I reach
I take that which I can't hold
High school teachers don't teach
they only show us the mold
I find I learn more at the beach
watching the people pass by
with their skin painted gold
or when I see the clouds cry
as they break the surface and separate the weak from the bold
The weak duck and cover from the water they drink
running from their own reality
No wonder they think
there is no such thing as spirituality
I fear we'll suffocate and sink
because of our strange love for violence and brutality
Forget what I'm told
Every day I see a massacre of peace and neutrality
Constantly, headlines printed bold
dull our sense of morality
Religions are just tools
part of an image we all call personality
We are simply pathetic fools
attracted to jewels and sexuality

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