Promised the world
Truth wrapped with lie
Peace and prosperity
Fool’s gold
Our tickets scratched
Not one a winner
Empty vaults
To pay the interest
An arms race
A halfhearted show
An open door
A welcome-mat for robbery
Waving signs for peace
Is a foolish way to fight a war
Wolves have come hungry
To feast on a dying giant
Thoughts wasted on the foolish
Innocents to pay those tithes
Inheriting the heirloom
Of debt
No need for ratiocination
Feelings ooze like excrement
From their mouth
For the scant few decades left to rule
Tides of the south and winds of the east
Bring unchecked frustration
Entropy is a rule
Privilege becomes concession
Banding together
Humorously fallacious
When you cannot even trust
The man at your side
Life lived in vice and excess
Oblivious to the precipice
Of unchecked arrogance
Our most abundant crop
Progressing
Right into the corner
No path unblocked
As the blade presses closer
The throat of the giant opens
Crimson rain paints a picture
Of our future under a rosen hue
A spectacle for our children’s survey
Paradox 