Trapped and invisible,
dying of self-inflicted battle wounds.
We are blinded by greed and laziness,
dripping with the lust of power.
We think we are in charge,
controlling the people around us.
We are a prisoner of society,
and they control our lives instead.
Inspiration: MagPie 282
Note: I’m not sure about the last stanza. Perhaps the poem needs to be longer or the second stanza needs to be removed entirely. Your thoughts are appreciated!