detriment

Frights coalesce

Friends collide

In our colossal freight-train-catastrophe world.

Calamity festers in the wreckage

When we’re hung,

Suspended in a free fall

Surrounded by a colorless expanse

—a collectively contrived hell scape

Forced to concede with the frailties

Of chalky corpses in business suits

Yet we’re urged not to fret

Over things we cannot control

We must forsake the futile

To cope with this increasing co-morbidity.

If we fiends speak colloquially, we’re fated

To be dismissed as collateral

Damage

Death

Murder

Blood on your hands

But, we are frigid if we express concerns with conformity.

Although we did not create this dumpster fire,

We’re tasked with fending off the flames

As the walls collapse, caging us inside.

Yet the cacophony we raise whilst being buried alive

Is not enough to convince anyone to set us free.

They’d rather collude with their collective greed

Than consider the cataclysm of a system that has served them well

At the cost of countless others.

They advise us to remain calm

While we are crushed under the weight of their riches.