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