we are wearing our prisoners disguises
fatigues of the concrete jungle
drowning ourselves in drink and data
it is time to question
every decision that has been made up to this point
despite your best efforts
trojans will always find a way in
distractions, diversions, and deceit
at the very best
philosophy or pornography
the absolute worst
intimidation or terror
the halcyon days before
that day in september
were simply a teenager’s dream
upon waking all that is found are
dashed hopes and crushing debt
(both financial and spiritual)
we are tired, hungry, poor
just like those that came and created this
propaganda paints everything in shades of red and blue
while the politicians bathe in the tears
of our yet unborn children
we scratch and bite
feral
because survival is the only concept
we can comprehend
