Dissonance
Shrapnel amongst the scent of human error
Yet we will never live in a state of terror
The lucid calls of annihilation
Coveting nuclear chores, and radiation
The silent eyes of a shafted eight billion
Cloaked in a sealed coat of vermilion
When doom is no longer feared yet ignored
No horror from the rich, beautiful, and bored
Masses of loss being leaked into the tap
And fountains that divinely project sticky red sap
March 6th, 2023