Broken People

Broken people everywhere.

Tinny beat, stuck in your ear, sends you deaf.

Song by song, sends you death.

Lost lives wasted that could have been much more.

Moments lost from lives, that add up year on year.

Remembered dreams, forgotten futures, and a now that seems unclear.

 

Silly systems created by ignorant peasants to control,

giving up control to the system.

The machine says: "Go", you go;

says: "Stop", you stop;

or pay the penalty.

Too fast, too slow, you stayed, you go.

Whatever, doesn't matter, the system says: "You fail".

Comrade No. 1 is just doing his job,

the system says it is so.

 

Neanderthal youth, barely able to speak,

shouts out in a guttural, foreign tongue.

To the tunnels! Hide from the sun.

Humanity is lost, and with it, God.

Greens promote things most unnatural, in the name of nature.

The Guttural Youth laughs and swears with glee -

not of joy, but of something more primitive.

 

Deaths' victory draws near.

But with its' win he dies too!

Who wins when Death has died?

Broken People, put together the pieces of your battered past.

Break open the last breath.

 

 

[Sean Donovan from Scattered Notes and Lost Pages]