How can it be that
Each day scrapes, painfully past us now?
Time is haunted by torpid illusions of just standing still.

And millions of hearts shatter
crashing together inside this cage,
"The Reckless Institution vs. Moral Outrage."

All are either the Victims, or the Fools
But only the foolish half of us are laughing.

The rest of us,
WE CAN'T RUN, AND WE CAN'T HIDE!
so we end up cracking.

Flopping around in the blood and tears,
all of our fallen apart lumps and segments,
and it's all so confining.
Our Nation is festering and stagnant.

And only the scary half us are laughing.
Attacking.
And Trapping.