I Hate The World

I hate the world, and the world hates me The rich get richer by starving the poor, the strong get stronger by crushing the weak I am the poor, I am the weak I am crushed and starved and the world goes on Not a care for me The rich need the poor to be rich, the strong need the weak to be strong But they don't care for me I hate the world, and the world hates me Power feeds on deception Thriving on information collection Piercing my privacy in the name of protection Power swells with corruption Power lives for destruction We are all destroyed, we just haven't noticed yet Power can be bought, it can be stolen, it can be seized But it can't be shared, not for long Power exists only to destroy its enemies We are all the enemy of another's power I hate the world, and the world hates me How can the weak resist the strong How can the poor survive the rich How can the used escape the user What can I hope to change Hope is a deception It twists your perception It whispers a lie in your ear that there is a better place A brighter future A reason to strive A reason to struggle against the current that pulls us relentlessly out into the sea The despair, the aching, the emptiness, the unfathomable dark depths Of the grim, roiling ocean of human suffering To live is to suffer, and suffering is born of desire The desire to live free of oppression and cruelty The desire to walk through life with a noble purpose The desire to love without limits, and be loved But freedom is just an illusion; nobility is meaningless in a savage society And love is a formless fantasy in a cold, cruel world How can I be free when I only have value to those that would use me How can I be noble in a culture of insane, ravening animals Why love in a world that will never value me I hate the world, and the world hates me