Food for Thought

The human mind is starving; Dying with every plate we push away,
Because knowledge, is food for the brain.
The bigots and the hypocrites cut down the tree that is missing,
So we hire liars, politicians, to fix it.
But our brains are yelling, feed me, feed me.
You need me.
But we ignore the growling of our brains.
Too busy trying to feed our stomachs, with envy
Greed is not even seen as a sin anymore
Because we plucked out our eyes, and placed them in front of TV screens,
As we binge on lies and fictional perfections
And when we are full; we go to porcelain thrones and puke up reality.
Our bodies become anorexic tombs
Because we starve ourselves of confidence while our souls die in our wombs.
And we tune in, to feed the children commercials
As out hearts sink into our stomachs.
We don't feel it though, because it's full.
But we fill our ears with concrete deceit because we don't want to hear our minds growing.
Feed me, feed me.
You need me.
More than you need make-up, or surgery, or a cigarette.
We try to get rid of it,
The hunger.
So we pick up an apple, from beside the waning tree stump,
And bite into it,
Hoping to get a taste of what knowing feels like
As we grind our teeth together, and we chew, and attempt to swallow.
But we choke,
Choke on pain
Choke on flaws
Choke on rejection
Choke on the truth;
We should have eaten when it was dinner time,
But we chose not to.
So now, we go to bed hungry,
And dream of food for thought,
While our brains growl inside our stomachs.