Like Steinbeck, I quietly watch
my America collapse. My people, my generation, brainwashed, abused, suffocated
in putrid trends. In hatred, in ignorance, in desensitization. I watch in
horror as we expend our best, as we rocket ourselves towards morality relinquishment.
I watch quietly with a muted voice against
millions of rotting souls.
Cause nobody will listen to me. I'm just another
one of the millions. With opinions, but without power. I have freedom, but no
power! Thank you sweet liberty.
All of the empty eyes. The TV flickers over their
liquid like surfaces. The radio commands them to follow propaganda.
Here it comes. The apocalypse. The Armageddon. The
final tidal wave. The last war.
Silenced now under all of these neon lights. New
drugs, new kicks. New pornography. New politicians, new rules. New reality TV
show.
Smothered in artificial confabulation. The
ignorance and hatred and lust grows like a cancer.
We unwilling give ourselves into the most
disgusting influences.
Here we are..on the brink of a new era.
Here at the end of dignity and the rise of
corruption, of malice and misconceptions. All of that work, not enough to save
us. Sorry Lennon, Mandela. sorry Jesus. Sorry Martin Luther King Jr..sorry
Krishna. Sorry Kennedy. I'm sorry. I'm sorry Bob Dylan. I'm sorry Gandhi. Send
my condolences to the Pope. Tell the Dalai Lama I feel pretty bad too.
We vitiate ourselves and create our own doom. But
who am I to say? I am a muted voice in millions.