This world is rebuild.
Our visions twisted
covered in lies and messy images.
This world is a reconstruction
built off the backs of those classified as beneath.
This life is a reconstruction.
Our TV screen present news
told as if this is a game of telephone.
I see more death than compassion
and I am expected not to give a shit.
This story is a reconstruction.
Past down from one to another.
Revamped and remade.
Tales told from mouths with sharp tongues.
This idea is a reconstruction.
Told through my lips,
fueled with my ideals.
The letters curled in my thin black sharpie.
Painted from my perception.
This life we are leading is just a reconstruction.

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