Only in this new world
could we be
so
belligerent
first thing in the morning.
Not even clothed,
ire exposed,
and on a warpath
without warning.
Slow us down,
a little bit.
Oh Lord, we’re getting close
to never being
civilized
again.
Family and friends,
fraying at the ends.
We wake up wild,
halfway around the bend.
Each distraction takes us
far from the place we made,
and breaks us.
We never take the time
to see what makes us,
so angry,
so early,
and know
we’re being controlled.
So easily manipulated.
Devastated,
again and again.
The cycle of abuse
wears thin.
It never ends,
but where did it begin?
Tracing the line back
to where we first felt something,
now we suffer
over nothing,
but a soft light
held in our hands.
Our cyborg minds,
too young to understand,
but man,
do we need to wake up angry,
just for them?
We read,
but seldom comprehend.
Maybe that’s all part of the plan.
That’s it.
No more social media before breakfast.
HG – 2021
