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