A Collective Cancelled Thought

A collective canceled thought

The last resort

Unstable men explain death to a drowned infant

I’ve seen a thousand pictures produce no words

We live in times absurd

Lines are blurred

Between what it means to be human

Tides no longer recede

But we keep consuming

Cops keep shooting

Destine to be our own undoing

The intellect diluted

Logic in ruins

We are pursuing means to an end

Hard to defend textbook sociopaths

Arsenals amassed aimed at our weakest

Times at their bleakest produce the strongest

Collective strength is harnessed

In our female partners

Mothers and daughters

We are shown no quarter

The blind only follow orders

Confined within imagined borders

Thirst can’t be quenched with stagnant waters

As the masses slaughtered

They factor dollars

They made the profits (prophets) martyrs

Only hope our seeds are smarter