State sponsored violence in the city streets
Resounding passive ripened docility
Just waiting for the world to end
So they can die in peace
What a beautiful gift received
The righteous throne bakes daily bread
For mass submissions decorated
First world self involved oblique oppressions
Of more imploding dismal apathies
I stopped to notice you
And you saw my emptiness
I couldn't tell
If I remembered once a presence felt
Excuse the rage
It's not a part of who I am
But part of what we've all become
I know it's wrong
And I still share the blame
Our rendered shame has born a callousness in me
The victims made invisible or villainized remain unseen
Atrocities endured by innocent remain unspoken of
By privileged f*cks exploiting influence
A stark revealing nature of the path
A model systematically in place
On our own huddled mass denial
Appalling is to leave this remanence of design
There's nothing left to break