In a world filled with lies, burning rage will do

This is an angry poem and
meant to be read with shouted words.
This is for people to vent,
to throw all your angst,
frustration,
and mad into the reading.
That's how it's written,
fast and hard,
rushed headlong into before
all the cr*p we have bottled up inside
rips open our chest and
we see not the heart and lungs
that should be there
but only empty dreams.
There are no metaphors here
that aren't tinged in blood.
You won't find pleasant rhymes
but the rat-tah-ta-ta of savage words
shooting though lies
and finding innocent lives on
the other side of walls.
Society eats their dead
Soylent green for real,
as we step on the bones of
hopes and promises sold like drugs
we shoot in pin cushion arms,
looking for a vein that hasn't been drained
..... of our souls
This is an angry poem
because that's all that's left
to keep us alive and help us survive.
In a world filled with lies,
burning rage will do.