The suffering will not be reported tonight
he who has the gold- rules
to keep power unto themselves
This garbage dump
we call society
in mindful chaos
Upon the silvered screen
the multitudes- unwashed and ravenous
storm the gated community of Zardoz
Those who will bring back the primordial
invoking the ancient, ritualistic blood culture
to overwhelm “civilization”
Franz wrote about “The Wretched...”
of those whose lives are unremembered
in the written narrow alleyways we call history books
Ticktock tick tock
on some cosmological scale
our hubris is but a mote unnoticed
Death by our own hands
shiny stainless steel and composite fiber weapons
with crudely written messages- “Hi, mom” & “Lover boyz”
In glory, ah glory, ah to leave no progeny
leaving all on the battle field
in honor, to honor who on the death field?
Only human which we are and nothing more
but the chance of protein imperfectly copying some other life form
random, mutation and finally reaching a premature ending
Sinking into the soil
covered by clover and poppy
the sin of human living finally expunged
Nothing will remain
except the insects that preceded us
their hive mind far superior to the hubris addicted bipedal hairless simians
Our monuments of steel and titanium will rust
but our mental contraptions
will last
Death by disease
the invisible killers that will be in partnership with the arachnids
but will outlast the chitin warriors because they are the building blocks for life redux
