The Demise of AssociationA Poem by Phillip FrancisThe landscape is
restless, the objective is excess.
Strange faces inundate
our vision, empathy is lost.
The nation feeds off the misfortune of others, like vultures from a carcass. Community vanished, we've forfeited compassion and compensated with narcissism. We marvel at the intelligence of technology as it silently abducts our conscience. No longer do we feel, instead we relish in the paralysis of awareness. Silently our passion weeps. The plight of the band is purgatory. Oblivious to this transformation, society is severed. Emotional existence fleets into extinction. © 2016 Phillip Francis |
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