Friday, April 27, 2012

This Human Collective

Bury me deep
The day is here
The past is gone
Long gone
We are undone
This day’s decay
Will be the cause
Of tomorrow’s sorrow
The wages of which
Will be the rage
That is poured out upon
The children of our winter
For whom there is no future
Unless this generation is offered up
As a sacrifice, our perdition
We step forward into the darkness
Where we are blind to the path
Surrounded in an abscess
The sins of our own wrath
Poured out upon us
Bleeding black
Our legacy
So failed
Humanity falls
We are the disease
We are the infection
Our decisions
Our own dissections
Sealed out fate