The Underground - CEDRON

Diving like a planecrash as heavy as this weather

Now crawling in our concrete: Too severe to survive

Too severe to fly with broken wings

I try to hide reality in poetry

While the birds avoid to sing for us in symphony

Who will you judge when you’ve lost your judgement?

Who will you judge when you’ve lost it all?

Here we are with our heads hanging in government yarn.

Fake & false information

that we think we understand.

We can’t stand another day, but we do it anyway

Slowly diving like a feather in the middle of the day

Now crying on our concrete: Too severe to survive

Still asking why we still are here

Writing another stupid poem about how broken we must be