A screw

The bubble cannot sustain itself

It is fragile and a rebel

The rubbles of what was once a wall

Separating the gold from the debt

And the somber dull indulgence

Of actors playing a part

For the camera snapshot

Until the curtains drop

There was no Gulf war

The spectacle society

In its supreme authority

And golden statute of superiority

Is the hypereality of a few with money 

The pageant was bloody

The war in Ukraine crept in

There was not supposed to be war

There was no Gulf war

There cannot be any implemented law

Where someone crosses it and ignores

The hyperreality of a few with money

Where blood does not exist

You should mask up

Cover your eyes of the horrors of the world

You are the golden statue 

When immigrants arrive they see you standing loud and proud

The image of a star 

The beauty of a jeweled crown

And now you are who you are

Golden brown

Eroded by life's cruelest's wound

That there is war

And you are as insignificant

As a random metal screw

Floating in our neglected sea