This is our blue sky shrinking.
What the hell we been drinking.
To believe our schemes would turn to gold.
Unsurprisingly its more like we’ve been left out in the cold.
Doors are locked.
We are cast out.
Banished by our selfish bout.
Not a few but a giant mass.
Our own fault for being…
Greedy!
And squandering our home.
For profit to repay our loan.
Without learning from these events.
Soon to repeat this cycle again in present tense.
Cards are clear.
Fill us with fear.
We signed the contract.
That is a fact.
Now we must pay…
Dearly!
With eyes bloodshot.
Its clear we are alone.
Too busy picking at our lot.
Stubborn like a dog with a bone.
Incoming!
Total disaster.
Terminal!
This ship could sink no faster.
Soon death will greet us.
Offer up our sentence.
Damn us hard and silence us long.
Ensure an eternity of suffering!
For we are the issue.
Parasitic that is so true.
Killing what we think won’t fit.
Our reality is full complacent.
Filled with narcissistic tendency.
Cutting out all capacity.
To see this is all our fault.
What we should’ve done is revolt!
Simon A Jackson - Writer 