I’m sick of pretending
Sick of overcomplicating
A life and its freedoms
Stripped by governmental spending
Sick of being forced into a rat race
Sick of cameras stealing my face
Sick of the poisons making me sick
My immune, immune to humanities heartache
I’m sick of control
Controlled by those who never rest from the patrol
Sick of those who take all the power
Sick of the powerless not getting to grow old
Sick of the lies that I’m fed
Sick of the sickness planted in my head
And when l’m done being brainwashed
I’ll be sick from lack of knowledge left unread
I’m sick of the overwhelming choices
From structures designed to drown us in noises
Sick of everything forced down my throat
My eyes squared, screens that hide unknown forces
Im sick of being told what is right
By those who could never fight
A battle from desires and material they hold onto so tight
Im sick of all the wrongdoers
That steal mercy from the fewer
But the few that never go hungry
I hope decay and don’t produce newer
Im sick of the newest advancements
Sick of virtual enhancements
And the illness is spreading
Soon well be blinded by instalments
Im sick of a distorted reality
Being kept awake by nightmarish dreams
Im sick, but have hope that l’ll be healed with faith and be restored with divine clarity.
Im done being sick.
– Loresa Leka 25.12.23