Define Better

is it that i cant feel anything or are my hands stuck in my pockets?
it'll keep em safe but what will i make? still sticking nails in all the sockets
im a full grown child with a home-made smile
venturing into the unknown is another way of saying out on my own
indentured to the world where doing dental work is pulling teeth
finding discussion in the deep end is just another loss
we avoid what we cant complete.
but why compete with fellow men and socially constructed needs?
do we really need another thing we were told we need?
we'll eat up the whole world, go to Mars and go for seconds
using minutes up like seconds, mouthing capital suggestions
on how to fix world hunger from an office with a view
we deny them human rights cause humans are what humans do
evolution is the prime paradigm and slaves will be the masters
the topsy turvy revolution told to children chapter by chapter
and they it take as a gospel (by which i mean) an irrelevant piece of knowledge
then they're shocked when Zeus' lighting hits the humble starving artist
the hardest thing to accept in life is that it happens all the time  
and we have to be the ones to notice how and who it hits the hardest

what is dead now never did exist, tell it line by line in stanzas
repeated in the blasphemies of rhymes and drowsy dances
we talk of trees being dead in winter while sitting on their branches
teach the kids to dodge lacluster punches then deploy them to the avalanches
when they see the corpses they stop and stare; lied to, let down and anxious
angry due to untold truths and stuff never spoken of on campus
goose-stepping typists decree from screens their vicious social sanctions
When the shooting starts, lets blame the kids or better yet blame the parents
cause theyre just them and we're just us, scream justice for the vanquished!
and in the same breath facilitate the things we've just condemned to be so heinous
languish under language, booming words for us to weighty
buried in the avalanches of ideas we wield to hastily
wastefully burning, hatefully churning, safety with the numbers, ranks of the present company excluded
we talk of nothing but each other, yet come to no conclusions.
Subjective answers make us know and knowing makes us human
humanity is lost in mirrors, existentially consuming
The voice of father history is far away but booming
there are better times to come, now define better and begin blooming.