out of control

we shall never "make it"

we are foundering on empty sands
with no water in sight

despite all the erotica
there is no love here

fleeting moments that turn to shame
and fear

amid the warlords

_

the children flee to wherever they can
however

drone airplanes

then internet too
totally compromised

to call us "people"
is sick

we must earn the title
or die

it seems we have chosen
to die

so it is

how can we "make it"?

so many have died