Connected through a chronic disconnect

Life’s become an upload of the crass and the mundane,

connected through the chronic disconnect we try in vain

to overcome via reaching out through ever present screens,

a substitute for contact that disfigures and demeans   

 

Dreams of obscene wealth, fortunes we hope to emulate,

a system of exploitation that we help to celebrate 

Disparity by design, and slavery by another name,  

for billions must be left without for the wealth you wish to claim

 

A celebrity driven culture that promotes the worst of man,

messages more destructive than the ever feared Quran

Shallow and superficial, teaching the young of twisted wants,

the message been subverted to a page of pretty fonts

 

Products bought in vain attempts to plug up all the holes

created by desires made that perforate our souls

A constant fear of lacking in the midst of so much stuff,

the manufactured mindset of too much is not enough

 

Like a dehydrated body gulping salt water to quench its thirst

we cling to that which harms us for our minds have been coerced

Bribed with excess, transfixed with glitter, lost within ourselves,

commodities of flesh and blood that fill the global shelves

 

Vacuous and empty, programmed for pleasant stimuli,

yet the garden left unwatered slowly withers, wilts and dies,

and when the inner atrophies through neglect we start to find    

that we’re papier Mache effigies, caricatures of mankind