Horizon dawns off the beaten trail.
Time is night but still we bail.
Seek out centres that just don’t match.
Its as if we’re heading for a fatal crash.
Where sense has been lobotomised.
Packed away and branded as lies.
What a state to be living in.
Far worse than any other thing.
Pictures faded just like our brains.
Would recall more if it had gone up in flames.
Still we deny that saboteurs are in our midst.
Be more coherent if we were pissed.
Instead we just play dumb every day.
Gets more boring in every way.
Extra signals that we’re going down.
Sinking to the bottom where we’ll drown.
Pathetic.
We create self inflicted anomalies.
Rejected.
Spiralling with falsified decrees.
Quashed our conviction under oppression.
Sold our souls for a fake non intention.
Are we kings?
No we are sheep.
Its why all we do is bleat, sleep and freak!
Zeroes print our much anticipated demise.
Don’t surprised when the air is filled with cries.
Stupidity reigned in this house of cards.
Now our society will be turned to shards.
With remnants all that might remain.
A reminder to those next that we were a strain.
Failed to act when we were more than pawns.
Continuing to fixate on ignoring ’til we became fertiliser for lawns.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 