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Urban desolation
From the decades
Of decay
An urchin nation
Of unhoused
Frustration’s
Homeless
Take home pay
In layman’s terms
Cannot be turned
Into a ghetto
Of the fascists
Lest the sewer rats
And gators
Reinstate
Their Alcatraz’s
Yet imagine such a world
Where only people
Need unite
And the dehumanizing
Rhetoric
Need not so often write
Whatever partisan
Pretensions
Still rebranded
On display
Mutually
Assure destruction
Desolation
And decay
Study the maladies
Plaguing my people
These deaths of disparity
Separate
Unequal
Apparently
Anxious
Is not so innate
And the healthcare
To treat it
Is incorporate
Just a medicate
State
Of emergency
Rooms
Inundated
With victims of flooding
Too soon
In a surge
Of resurgent
Policing the polis
And quantum computing
The polls
Is no solace
For further replacement
Theorizing
To sicken
The still barely human’s
Transference
To quicken
And soon enough ill
Information
Malpractice
Turns once robust
Sentience
To tentacled rabbits
Just shells
Of our sorrow
Our anguish
Our pain
Traumatized
Dramatized
Movie plot holes
Contain
No explicit
Admissible
Evident
Claim
To be nonetheless
Guilty
Of levying
Blame
On producers
Consumers
And critics alike
All the cynics
And mimics
And gimmicks
Despite
No conclusive
Dispute
To we all do it too
We all know
We all feel
Not a soul
Has a clue
Brought us all
Together
To the apex
Of our making
From the trappings of
Our station
To the law and order’s
Breaking
Points accusatory
Fingers in
The eye for inclination
To exact its retribution swiftly
Justice though
Comes not so quickly
Seconds from igniting
Powder keg
Of more infighting
And delighting
In dividing
Plots of history
Rewriting
Is a sleight of hand
Too deft to check
Totalitarians
Of tech
Neoliberalism
Is increasingly
Autism
And duopolies
On policies
And polities
A schism
Forming wider
In between us
The machine
To supersede us
As disparities in wealth
And income
Patently
Egregious
Seem as reasons
To believe
That it is working
To achieve
A democratic
Systematic
Toxic atmosphere
We breathe
Pinnacle of youth
Approaching cusp
Of aging out
The gears are rusting
Readjusting
To the cosmic dusted
Drought
And each encounter
Over counter
Runs a counterclaim
To sane
Though disillusioned
Looming puniness
Is my true claim to fame
And though I knew
From early ages
It was not on center stages
That I’d ever
Most precisely
Find the light
That best assuages
What the worthless nexus
Mind complexes
Never goes
Outmoded
Though it often goes
To show
By all these updates
Overloaded
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