Life granted to me in your magnificent nursery, my darling brother.
My manila folder of existance lodged into your full belly, my hungry brother.
Raised a mere spawn of your gigantic scroll of rules, my lawful brother.
Ventured through the vivid lies of education to please you, my distant brother.
Butted heads with the unjust mustache you call your soldier, my busy brother.
Tore salary from my boss's clenched fists to feed us, my lazy brother.
Shunned for my hatred of your brittle bones of infrastructure, my cruel brother.
Scambling to find the passive duty that feeds us to our grave, my thieving brother.
Beaten for the lack of my entire attention to your orders, my violent brother.
You want to tear off my flesh and alleviate my sensible mind, my sick brother.
You want battle, the caliginous blanket of red covering the figid toes of the new world, my dying brother.
You wonder why the raging inferno has engulfed the length of your vulgar body, my dead brother. My dead brother.
Critisicm is welcomed.
EDIT: Study of beatnik poetry. This is definitely not a poem with a clear message or format. It is basically showing a timeline of my life corresponding with the actions/attitude of the government as my brother. Every seemingly "random" line is a very breif highlight of a situation either during my birth and upbringing (paragraph 1), during my younger years (p2), right now (p3), or in the future (p4) that shows how these experiences have progressed into a hatred of the government and its fate.
My manila folder of existance lodged into your full belly, my hungry brother.
Raised a mere spawn of your gigantic scroll of rules, my lawful brother.
Ventured through the vivid lies of education to please you, my distant brother.
Butted heads with the unjust mustache you call your soldier, my busy brother.
Tore salary from my boss's clenched fists to feed us, my lazy brother.
Shunned for my hatred of your brittle bones of infrastructure, my cruel brother.
Scambling to find the passive duty that feeds us to our grave, my thieving brother.
Beaten for the lack of my entire attention to your orders, my violent brother.
You want to tear off my flesh and alleviate my sensible mind, my sick brother.
You want battle, the caliginous blanket of red covering the figid toes of the new world, my dying brother.
You wonder why the raging inferno has engulfed the length of your vulgar body, my dead brother. My dead brother.
Critisicm is welcomed.
EDIT: Study of beatnik poetry. This is definitely not a poem with a clear message or format. It is basically showing a timeline of my life corresponding with the actions/attitude of the government as my brother. Every seemingly "random" line is a very breif highlight of a situation either during my birth and upbringing (paragraph 1), during my younger years (p2), right now (p3), or in the future (p4) that shows how these experiences have progressed into a hatred of the government and its fate.