Information overload
I cannot seem to keep
It straight
The grief of whom weighs more
To pile the politicians heaving plate
A pound of flesh is paid
To zero consequence
Jesus only weeps for whom have
Paid in cash for their penance
Modern horror all around
Our dreams are dead and in the ground
Modern horror all around
Our dreams are dead and in the ground
Means of production
Or to an end
The children killed - all complicit
Subjective truth tells
Terminal lies
In celebration of decline
""few people laughed- few people cried""
Manifest millions to die
A sudden flash and all is gone
But for the ghosts to sing along"