To Be Or Not To Be

To be or not to be, that is the question,

When the world hugging you is always in opposition.

A box without a lid designed to keep you at bay

Yes you will be haltered from making your own way.

Generations of like-mindedness killing creativity

A magma of fallacy slaughtering your productivity.

Customs and rituals disguise bondage as blessings

Opinions suffocate under a roof that's heaving.

Yes you will be judged, no matter what you do

These are brains pre-programmed to terminate an affair new.

To be or not to be, that is the question,

When you are forced to be extant in a trunk of suppression.

Haters of creators scrounging subservient slaves

Practice domination, hell bent on extermination,

Of the conviction of the freedom of the mind of the being,

Leaving you a distorted mess, churning the foresight that you dream.

What you can't do, who you can't be, what you can't think and what you can't see,

Follow orders given by a rotten languid mentality.

A maleficent dictator in the guise of a benefactor

Severing your passions with reigns of compulsion.

To be or not to be, that is the question.

Society and tradition are one-way ticket to oppression.

-written in November 2016