something missing

A poem about our society

All the lonely people.
Where do they all come from?
And where did they all go?

Back to their homes to feel alone
with those closest to them.
Calling out to the electric network,
"I exist! I exist!
Someone aknowledge it,
Because I'm starting to forget."
Humans require validation.
Scientists to have proven themselves to be empty,
Religion's just a shell game,
What walnut husk is God underneath?

People self-sabotage thier own potential.
The most cruel joke I know is
Believing something else can change your world.

Guardian angels became heroin junkies
the dispossessed demons have resorted to Section 8 housing.
It is crowded down here on the boulevard of broken dreams
On the intersection of Anxiety Street.
Here is the ground zero for the antidepressant explosion.
Here is the land of great expectations and minimum wages.
These are the days of abandon all hope.

These are the wages of us.
F**k the world is the motto
of these capitalists pimps,
The Earth is their prostitute.
The news is all gloom and no information.

The human condition is treatable.
We have a pill for everything nowadays.
The asylum is under the direction of the worst inmates.
Dating is an outpatient clinic.
How can we all feel this miserable?
The drugs target the symptoms
That are themselves the inception of the industry.

Don't have a disease yet?
We will invent them!
Just you wait!
Waiting anxiety disorder,
generalized unsatisfied with life condition.

What have we done?
Made heros of the most mediocre,
Waged multi-billion dollar wars on the most marginal,
traded blood for oil,
diplomacy for oil,
Decency... for oil.

Idolizing those with the most gold
And the least humanity.

We don't even notice
that all the plants are fake
And the sunset has become
A technicolor backdrop of pollution.

Don't pray to the man behind the curtain
The supreme court ruled
they should be the most powerful people on the planet.

Don't step out of line,
don't talk back.
You have the right to remain silent.
Keep your opinions to yourself,
stay in the fog.
Turn on the television.
Buy this product.
Buy your happiness on credit.
They will reposses it
but at least you will know how it tasted
as you slave away for someone else's benefit.

Compartmentalize your lives,
all work and no play.
Don't hesitate,
start worrying today!

The more afriad you are made,
the more you will buy.
The more unsatisfied you are with life
The more you will buy.
The more discontent we are,
The safer they are.
Pulling the heart strings of the masses,
make everyone feel inadequate
And while they're distracted
steal their happiness
and the essence of what is human.
Isolate them inside themselves,
train them well to feel terrible for being a person.
Wind them up and watch
the automanots walk past each other
never noticing everyone else is broken.
Lett the robot hearts beat out of sync.
Watching them all dance in silent agony
never knowing the key to freedom was with them all along.
You just need someone elses help to reach it.
Locked in the back of filing cabinets of our chests,
Somewhere between the empty bottle of liquor
And the half-finished suicide letter.