A Grim Prediction

My stomach flips and turns
And twists and tightens,
The world we have created
Now only serves to frighten.

The days of old were bearable at least,
No man need worry of the social beast.
No one is free, nor specially fated,
Nothing different from the norm is tolerated.

For in times of old one need not fret,
Family and friends would support troubles and debt.
Even bandits in brotherhood would for the other fend,
Never to be taken alive, or see through to the end.

And now I see fickle friends
On which no one can depend,
They pose as supportive pillars,
Hiding their identity as cunning killers.

Wicked women under false facade
Feign affection to reach the point
Of a pole that's scratched and clawed.
And ruthless men of brutal force
Use brothers as pawns in their
Scheme to progress their course.

In this system I find no satisfaction,
And I'll have no distraction
From this violent reaction
To the immense amount
Of obscene infraction
Committed by
Brother, friend, partner, and peer,
In the way of disgust,
Of greed, of fear.

I am sick of living
In a world so fucking cruel.
When will we wake and
See that these are the actions of a fool?
At this rate, if this mentality
Fails to dissipate,
And deceit continues to thrive,
I tell you this and I tell you right,
No one will escape alive.