As we gird for the coming summer of discontent
The air hangs heavy – thick with want
Carrying the stench of need
Up and over the fences of the comfortable
Everybody feels it – even if they don’t know what it is
Tensions are high among a new group of the populous
And they are turning to those who have been edging defeat
operating deep inside existential chaos for decades
And asking “how do you live like this”
…. Live like this?
We don’t live like this
We struggle like this
Lest we die like this
We scape by
We skip breakfast
We abuse substance
There is a storm coming
One that’s hard to predict with any accuracy
Because there are thousands of pressure points
Weighing on millions of unique psyches
With diminishing patience
And increasing rage
Our Melting Pot has been spiked with lies, hatred and greed
Being stirred by a crooked, wicked hand
Over the white hot flame of our desire to be truly free
Live like this?
No…
No one down here is living.
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