STATE of Nature

  
On the eve of the second Great Depression —
We found a housing bubble that would pardon the rich —  
Carved into the margins of a marketing myth —  
Bound to downward struggle as it started to shift,  
and you’re the mark, we’ve been targeted, the market is fixed —    
Property is robbery, serving an aristocracy  
where freedom we observe is subservient to plutocracy,  
a dream deferred —“burgeoning democracy”;  
reoccurring absurdities converging on hypocrisy  
while heeding the words —“fervor” and “philosophy”;  
so what's an oligopoly's policy on monopoly  
when fleecing the herd —nursing inequality,  
or nurturing hyperbole for worshipping economies  
depleting the Earth? —perjury’s a novelty  
when purchasing a circus of encircling monotony;  
adjourned —for the purpose of it furthering    
the disconcerting poverty it purged —  
…and preserving obvious ventures —they'll be watching  
as conscientious objectors are oddly met with conjecture  
in a system that dismisses its omnipresent oppressors —  
Living in derision where godly essence is measured  
by imprisonment of victims it’d probably sentence forever —  
Business of attrition, it lobbied deadly endeavors  
while topping many dissenters at prodding enemy threats —  
It’s impressive, the frigid, rigid, and wretched  
had limited dividends to the timid heavy in debt —  
The objective, insipid lending of credit  
while robbing every incentive, admitting any in jest —  
An inception embedded into its citizens,  
or sicknesses injected, omitting any regrets  
while alleging it’s competitive —given sedatives,  
while sitting at the precipice, living envy the dead;  
they’re envisioning an emptiness as connections are severed —  
Up the dosages, we can cope with the loneliness;    
the holiest of holies are only known for these opiates —  
Weak and broken, as we awoke in erroneous  
reasoning; each a demon who reeks of foreboding soullessness —  
Sleepless dreaming, as seen decoding felonious    
secrecy; it’s intriguing and eases shouldering hopelessness —  
private gatherings are happening for regulation;  
grappling tenacity, their tapestry of legislation —  
It was more than just our apathy, a resignation;  
mastering depravity would atrophy a generation —  
It was maddening, the magazines and emulation;  
nothing but a strategy unravelling our education —  
Dedicated to status and fashion, actively —  
Demonstrating our sadness and laughing passively —  
Living lavishly where flattery’s a reparation,    
’til they felt the gravity of tragedy and devastation —  
With a baffling capacity for separation,  
scavenging for batteries and rationing their medications —  
…Turned to savagery,    
while having these Earth shattering revelations —    
Or to piety, the blind will lead the deaf in the dark,  
then hide the meaning; there's no rhyme or reason left in the art  
to find the irony —line of questioning, charges;  
silent treatment led to violent beatings; mentally scarred  
by wily mind readers piloting the menacing guards  
of high society —time, regretfully ours  
to find sobriety while spiraling incredibly far from our reality —  
Life legacies marred by lean banalities —  
…Wage slavery, chasing a meager salary,  
competing with the neighbors and faking congeniality  
at day’s end —“savior”’s a weak analogy  
for teaching paganism and praising convenient fallacies  
of made men —allegiant, albeit callously;  
maybe they think the boundary’s egregious, although cowering    
to lame trends —they’re entertaining tradition  
while contagious entertainment’s used to tame them —  
…it will mitigate desensitization  
as they inundate assimilated mechanization —  
Then disintegrate collectivization  
while they “liberate” through innovative weaponization —  
Speaking of armed foes and cynical principles,  
you can borrow your tomorrows like a “free individual” —  
…then Anarcho-Syndicalism    
is seen as trivial, but teaching Neoliberalism  
will keep us “civil” as they barcode political systems —  
We, the indivisible, pleading, if being literal;  
as harrowing, as we are sheepish and pitiful —  
Need no other reason for proceeding as criminals,  
we’re breathing —even though we’re reaching the pinnacle  
adjacent to forsaken places made for human waste —  
As if our state of nature was awakening too late —  
This is our innate capitulation to The State —  
Where change has been abated by the chains that keep us safe —  
   
© Travis J Gibbs, The ANT1-HER0 Project