Side Saddle

Side Saddle                           6/21/2016

Tick Tock Zero
The gears move the hand
All eyes upwards
And into our head.

Inside, outside

Over and done

Living in a bubble

Tilted and spun.  

 

Its good looking out

But a terror to see

That life means nothing

If its you 

Or if its me.    

The true believers try

To get what they can. 

Ambitious for money 

And power.      

 

Fed bits of carrot

And poked with a stick

We are taught to obey

And learn how to lie. 

A few control it all

And herd us like sheep

Controlled by submission

And killed by hate. 

Barraged by propaganda

That is barely disguised 

The strongest are diluted

And marginalized. 

 

Herded in circles

Until they drop and die

The millions who lived

Piled deep

And piled high. 

 Brick and mortar

Steel and glass

The world is built

And then destroyed.

 All for money

And all for control

With war for profit

And murder for fun.  

 

The locusts invade 

And then they devour

Mere tools to be used

And discarded.

But good are bled

And their loyalty abused

Primed to kill each other

Before they learn

Or question.       

To cynical to try
And too tired to care
Worn down and dumb
The good before the zero.