Everywhere

Everywhere I look

Every street corner I walk

I see a dejected race

Like zombies devoid of feeling

A race enamored by glitz and fads

Scurrying haphazardly like cads

Their minds sullied with grime

Filled with none other than brine

And I weep, tears gush down like a waterfall

Blind they are to the greatness that could be unleashed

If only their thoughts wasn't rumored to be deceased

Laid to rest by the sodding vicar of a reverred clique

If only their will wasn't willed to be extinct

Heavily guarded inside a deserted precinct

A generation so great yet so little

A congregation so loud yet so silent

A flock so united yet so divided

Taunts and scoffs soar high like an eagle

Caring neither if their actions are legal

This race longs only for the spotlight

The stampede to the stage is horrendous

If only the platform could take all

Wouldn't it be better for them all?