In these Times.

We seek shelter,
in quick haste,
& Helter-skelter,
to curb fate,
One of our many endless mistakes.

In these Times.

With no knowledge or whim,
we inflict panic & pain tearing limb from limb,
With no knowledge of what is right or wrong,
what is known is now the time to be strong,
We are at war.

In these Times.

Survival of the fittest is,
survival of the richest,
Which is the nth percentile,
while the ninety-nine populate the pile,
They are brandished in likes, whispers and smiles.