End it will
End in madness
End in failure
If you let it
End in misery
In woebegone
In malice
You’ll inherit
Such disparate
Inequalities
Devoid of any
Merit
But you’ll wear it
Like a patriotic flag
Catches the wind
And not to brag
But you will
Reinvent
Its colors
Of the skin
Yet some inherent
Mortal sin
Might in
The shadows
Deep instill
An ever-looming
Private interest
Despotism
Shoot to ****

The Apogee Man
Sees all humanoid clan
Ataraxia
Rooted in
Arable land
Gains his prominence
Earns it
From sharing his keep
Reaps the spoils
He snatched
From the jaws of
Elite
Not in coasting
On daddy’s warbucks
Here to Gaza
Not slaughtering kids
For a lucrative plaza
Not selling out allies
Betraying ideals
Not in lying so much
He forgets how it feels
What it means
To be truly
Mandated to lead
What the doctrines demand
He must fairly concede

And yet
All we take
To the grave
Is most worthless
No plight
Or birthright
Form of life
Could deserve this
Competitive nature
Default to temptation
This cutting edge
Fully fledged
War of creation

Not all I believed
Has agreed with me
Aging
Enraged
A decade
Ago
Seldom
Engaging
What slight inclination
I had left to
Breed
Though defiantly
Calling out
Bastardized greed
In the sanctity
Answers
The books I would read
Clarifying
For moments in time
What we need
Most supremely
Most urgently
Now
We demand
What will feed
Progeny
Redistribute the land

They tell us
They love us
We put them
Above us
And with their
Attention economies
Drug us
And hug us
With warmth
Of embracing
A parent
Society shrugs
Off the bugs
Are inherent
Systemically
Hard-wired,
Virulent
Sentiment
Hasn’t yet made me a patriot
Actor
But rather
Appears
A contributing factor
To war
In its normalcy
All out more
Feeding
Its ravenous industry
Furnaces churning
Out cultural proxies
But all of its gods
Are just monkies
With poxies 🙊

She could be in terrible
Pain
So just go to her
Caught in some really bad way
As you never were
Prone to emotion
No more than provides
What you hide
In repressed,
More effeminate sides
But deprived of your strength
And your take home
Inflation
Of ego
You know
You’re alone
Inclination
Just seeks
Its self-service
Cocoon of eschewing
The over the moon
For you feelings
Exuding
But loses its bluster
Its posture
Its cool
And submits to her
Somehow more powerful
Rule