Drop Box

Drop Box 10/23/2014 

A drop in the bucket

And the another day down the road

Packed like sardines in a can

Smelly, dumb, and dead. 

I tried and I tried

But it never changed a thing

As every action and reaction

Becomes predictable and old. 

Everything we love

Is watered down

A little more each day

As each shop is shuttered

And every custom forgotten.

The world goes on

Long after it should have stopped

But all because we have done nothing

It just slows to a crawl. 

You could see it all coming

From a million miles away

But still we swim downstream

On our way to the slaughter.

Warm in our office

High above the street

Manipulating numbers

And regurgitating ideas. 

Force fed down our throat

Since we were young

And now we

Vomit them back up

Into the mouths of the young. 

So what have they learned

Walking down the street

Easy prey for a reality

Of burning hatred. 

Innocent and pure

They have done know wrong

And yet we fill with them with falsehoods

That were never true at all. 

Shout it loud

And never take it back

That he who stands lives

And he who runs

Never lived at all.  

 

Clay meet iron

And flesh meet steel

One and a half over

But still,  plenty more to go.