A Hunger to be Horrified

A world elevated beyond segregation,
But laced with scapegoats and deviation.
Posters of propaganda and endless terrors,
Broken promises of mending errors.
The trembling hands of a working man,
Like a wing clipped bird of a corporate aviary,
Too worn to fight, too torn for flight,
Another victim of glorified slavery.
But a rising rumble cries from within,
he hungers for the thunder of terror,
As we all claw for something to fear,
A horrible need for a horror to hear.
Screaming machinery tearing desolate lands,
Shattered countries savaged under commands,
Entire forests ravaged to blackened sands,
Undivided we cower, chained up we stand.