ApathLiving in our sphere
Living in our bubble
Living in our heads
As structures turn to rubble
Fear in the heart
Terror in the street
Agendas in the dark
Force us to compete
En MasseClimate of fear
Has us distrusting our neighbours
Elected officials cable news
and the papers
Straining the seams
Of the political garment
Colours we wear can turn our backs to a target
Freely en masse
Falling in Linesterile, packaged
wrapped up in plastic
complicit, distracted
Impassioned no more
fractured, passive
Cradle to casket
Loyalties left in
a crate by the door
Group DiseaseObsessed with patterns
Amidst the madness
A lust for meaning
A search for balance
Interest FreePick a name
Choose a side
Post-truth youth
Fall in line
Grassroots fight
Monetize
Sell it back
Nullify
Notice of ForeclosureFarewell to past days
To handwritten letters
New ways upon us
Nostalgia like whispers
Grip on the present
Like sand between fingers
Archaic anthems
Obscuring the picture
StrangerIntimacy
Blocked by the day-to-day
Sheepishly we
Repeat the same tired phrase
Seeming to me
Like you only know my name
Lost in purpose
Barely scratching the surface
UntouchableKneel at the altar,
Expect wine from water.
Why can't you snap out?
Nothing you care bout?
The pills are a cop out,
That you can't live without.
You clench your teeth and now you -
You close your eyes and now