For Peace

This is a new poem I wrote today. It might not mean anything, but I'll explain it at the end. 

I'd smoke it 

but I would have

chocked it

I'd poke it 

but it's 

already boken 

The Fathwa Lingua 

of this society 

isn't what it is 

or is it even 

what it used to be 

We've leaned 

to hate! 

for what we have

made ourselves into 

A perception

only a caveman

could agree

A perception

of how man 

used to live 

I hate 

what changes they made 

to the world

I'm abused 

by the scattering 

gathering, forgetting 

what it was like 

to be alive 

I'd smoke it 

but I would have 

chocked it 

I'd poke it 

but it was 

already broken 

The Meaning of things 

 I'd smoke it 

but I would have chocked it 

Is how a head of the hunters would smoke after achieving something, but in the future, "the ones suited up" would choke on their smoke after they found out how much they've made out of money money laundring. 

I'd poke it 

ut it was 

already broken 

Is how an adventurer would find land to conquere but in the end "the ones suited up" gets it all f'ed 

 The rest Go figure.