Trumpets blare triumphantly
for a rising, sadistic hierarchy.
(A not-so-subtle loss of dignity.)

Tragic wailing in major key.
A shrieking anthem of humanity.
(With catharsis ringing hollow, and empty.)

A spinning head chants endlessly,
insisting upon divinity,
and heralding apocalyptic certainty
with glee.

The choir sings in unity
exalting this reality:
A savage world of property,
and greed induced asymmetry.

The crescendo peaks to poverty,
to impossible depths of cruelty,
and banal acceptance of brutality.

Attuned to this society
the choir submits consensually.
(There is no escape for me.)

Yet I hear a counter-melody,
trilling away in minor key.
Time dissolves belief.
Ellipses march on to eternity.

Sad notes in the song of humanity...