M.A.D.

crashing through my dreams
with wings shattered in tow
bringing to life
the picture of words
pieces fitting here and there
not knowing the fullness of all
vitality extinguished
yet pushing for more
screaming for a stop
paving the street
madly scrambling for sense
in a world gone mad
by bureaucracy induced facade
of  misproportioned culture of hate
please pass me a tissue
etch a word or two
for my grave in turn
followed by the silence
gun wound to the head
not likely to live
but hey what the hell
i feel fine after all
hail the almighty dollar
petroleum in my tank
no more worries
at least not till tomorrow
the gas won't come
and neither will food
what are they plotting
heads of state indeed
pushing new world death
mass suicide by radiation
of nuclear deterrence
mutually assured destruction