How can we live in a society that lies and manipulates
And endorses wars over a man in the sky?
How can we stand idly by whilst others run terrified through streets
That bleed with the essence of a tortured soul?
We have our lives handed to us on a silver platter
Whilst others can barely salvage morsels enough that, even when bonded together with all the dregs of an exhausted heart,
Barely manage to sustain a child.

Perhaps because it's easier to look at the moon as a smudge in the sky,
Softened by sheets the same as the indifference that clouds our mind and allows us to stare uncaringly ahead,
Not thinking of the panic stricken eyes that stare at the exact same moon as pandemonium courses through their streets.

How are we meant to clear the prejudices that have settled, cloying in our minds
Like the early autumn mist?
The gnarled fingers of hate hold us so tightly that our vision is
Blackened around the edges and we cannot see what lurks on the fringes of society.

The questions swim around aimlessly,
Fish darting across a tabloid, printed scales screaming for recognition.
But what is a question without an answer?
Meaningless.
Just like the corpses littered as morbid confetti,
Carnage celebrating the scarlet essence of man spilled in vain.