A spark is lit in cinders That alights into a ball of outrage True to the cause. "They are at fault, this much is known," But is quickly forgotten. Like magpies,
Utterly self-removed, we forget And collect more shiny things. Women of ice dance in glass trays As society's polite reminder: 'Be distracted, please.'
A poem about society. #6 in the Distant Dystopia anthology.