A walk amongst detritus.
No space to inspire us.
What lives is a mistake.
Prosperity born from what you use to deceive us.
Mirrors line our gilded halls.
Places where no ones hears desperate calls.
Tombstones and frauds.
Violations branded as gods.
Siphon light from our hope.
Bend our minds until they are beyond broke.
Fade into these hellscapes.
Painted from nightmares made manifest.
Rung out and stamped down.
Cast away or impaled now.
Concocting justice with a splash of crime.
Evisceration if you cross an invisible line.
Concrete shard prisons.
War bred divisions.
Locked up and key thrown far.
Never will our world survive this depravity,
Of misery and bodies piled.
Peace has become reviled.
Deception is now a currency.
Invent a thing to multiple pain exponentially!
Simon A Jackson - Writer 