I was feeling rather cynical today, so I wrote this. Yes, it is poetry. It's kinda long, but I'm relatively proud of it. Enjoy. Or don't. Either way is fine.
Nobody Puts Out the Fire
The world is burning
Terrorists drop H-bombs and F-bombs overseas and on the streets
While government pigs and corporate rats make their peace with war
Sell-outs plan buyouts to boost our cocaine economy of quick fixes and slow deaths
While switchblade diplomacy has its way with the world
But nobody puts out the fire
Phisherman cast their lines into the silicon ocean
While surgeons dive in to find the secrets of aesthetic deception
The unwashed masses chase the neon sunrise in our world’s twilight
While the upper echelons plot your demise while begging for your attention
They use attack ads and smear campaigns to pollute our minds
And send out salespeople to negotiate for our willing surrender
But nobody puts out the fire
Citizens lay their hands on the table to pick up their weapons
While friendly fire rains bad luck and indecency on innocent children
Their mothers hide behind lies and pornographic memories
Using the past in the present to find false hope for a real problem
But the truth is guarded with machineguns and optimism by the overlords and underdogs
Who will do anything for your support except that which is supportable
But nobody puts out the fire
Federal leaders scream allegiance to whoever’s holding the wallet or the gun
While their political disc jockeys turn tables and burn books
And throw money at failing industries with captains who refuse to go down with the ship
We see what they want us to see and live inside their green screens and barbed wire fences
The puppetry behind the scenes remains undiscovered but not unsuspected
But our attention is divided by the glowing televisions and shining stars
Pop culture crams disbelief and lies down our throats, and we’re coughing up delusions
But nobody puts out the fire
Yes, the world is burning
The ignition switch was flipped in an autocratic decision by our collective lack of consciousness
While the fuel is our regrets and misgivings, fattened by the words of our gods
The world is burning
But nobody puts out the fire
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Well, hope you liked it. Feel free to comment on it if you want.
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