Figure It Out – An Insight to Dystopian Societies
by RoRo and Ankle Deep
Here we stand, on our own
hand in hand, no love shown.
War is peace, love is hard
at the least, show your card,
in this game, winners lose
show no shame, you must choose
play the role, don't look down,
sell a soul, buy a frown.
On the edge, there is gold
take a pledge, fit the mould.
When you die, truth will come
if you try you get none.
In this place, dark is light
show true face, and you fight
now to kill, now to sleep
shoes to fill, earn your keep.
What is real, is not here
what I feel, can't be clear.
What is gone, I can't find
smiles are wan, pay no mind
to the lives, that are lost
he connives, there's no cost.
I stood high, took the toll,
to decry, that's my goal.
A/N: Well, thats it for now, but there might be other stanzas if you guys tell me any ideas. Read and review, RoRo and I would love to hear from you!
- AD