Stoic

Reality sets into a heart that wishes

To read you lies that sit like an open book

This must stay open, this must stay clear

This must be said for all to hear

These are living, breathing beings like us

Going, gone unaddressed, undeniable

These are living, breathing beings like us

They don't look the same on a plate

Are we still fixable?

Drop the dish that could fill

The mouth with meat

To the floor and I've watched it break

One thousand pieces of that glass equals

One thousand days gone past

And how has technology brought us any further

When this society is still stuck

In its primitive dietary ways?

Only a death trap for both worlds

Tomorrow can't be faced

When today's crisis is aborted

Stop looking ahead!

Are we still fixable?