It's easy to get angry
and see the worst in
everyone & everything
isn't it?

No one is above the
bottom mounted
power supply
if one is

One likely bleeds money profusely

At the bottom pointing
fingers at the
portions of pie
passed around

Get your pitchfork
Get your rock
Get your virulence
Put your words to work
Put the words to terms
Put the terms to head

Blow the brains

Serve justice upon the lame
Serve justice upon the poor
Serve justice upon the tray
Of silver fear

With the money
Make guns
With the gun the
Money, make or break
With the money
Buy guns
With the gun ****
With your gun away

All these people fighting over
Fences and personal defenses
Look more and more like ants
On this elevator up

As the poverty line rises
The middle meets the bottom
Resources are scarce as it is
Now add to that the opulence
Wanting younger sibling of
The richest parts of a country
And you have two distinct groups
That don't understand how
The U.S. government works
That don't understand mass
Media conglomeration
That don't understand those
Two groups fight and also
Fight the churches for the
Remnants of our human soul

Earth is the perfect farm
Introduce a material form of power
Then put your bids on the board
Watch as the poor and the poor
****** each other for the right
To dive on coins

Left.
Right.
Up.

Down is where we're at.

It all starts
With a lie
One to fix the distance
It's come that our elders
And leaders say
"Well, it's okay
To live with white
Lies to protect people's
Feelings"
Well, I think that's interesting

So it's not so much the feeling, but
Laziness that builds the ego and
Casts the human shadow?

I don't argue that it's easier to miscommunicate
Than to be directly expressive
Our reluctance to overcome
The pain of honest talks
Means we're at least on Torment VI
As glass cannons missing the health
Missing, also, damage and mana

Doesn't it seem funny
Camp Sec carries guns
Pistols in holsters, now
As there have been shootings
Well, why are
The police armed, then?
So two Camp Sec guards
Shoot a man to death
Across the street from the campus
Outside a cafe instead of using phones
"Look at us. Empowered heroes."
Well, look how quickly things go wrong
Now these two men carry the guilt of ******
Until they are dead
Simply because
Someone thought it was a good idea
To fully arm two security guards
No one will see it like that
These three men are now martyrs
Like it or not
Everyone will fault the shooters not
The society at large that enables
A quick, disconnected, permanent response
To temporary fears
For a market share
For a profit

The most speculative science fiction can't match this dystopian reality.

Pretty cool,
right?

It's not easy.

I have a heart
to tell to you
I brace my mind
and begin
I open up to
your mercy
I hold a gaze
into your eyes

All that you have to say is,
"But. . ."
Or, respond with,
"I. . ."

Are you at all
interested
in a life but
yours?

I've met many modern
women and men
Sure as death it
seems you would
rather not share so
much as eagerly compete

Your words and terms
usher in necrosis
I am empathetic
to your plight, but
I have to give it back
and confidently ask,

"Is
this
friend

ship?"

"Is
this
friend

ship
to
me?"

I wish to give of all my self
to those that listen well
as I've been listening in for all my life
and I know your deepest prosperity
is yours to find and not mine,

so

I
will
leave
it up
to you
instead.

Blessing
and
boon

Blessing
and
boon