Un-Civilisation

Society is a wheel that does not spin.
“I’m good, I’m safe”.
“I’ve got what I need”.
Stuck in my collective pocket
“I’m good, I’m safe”.
“I’ve got what I need”.
“I’m safe, you’re screwed”

Societies wheel will not go.
All the spokes are broke.
The frame is bent out of shape
We’re out for what we can get.
Nuts to the rest.
“I’ve got mine”.
“Gonna get there first”.
“As you hope you get yours”.

The glue that forms the bonds of societies fabric will not hold.
“One for all and all for me”.
Our fragile, ultimately insignificant things link us together.
Preserve yourself at others expense is the motto of the ‘bold’.

As the steel of the wheel shows its abundance of rust
We buy, consume, exist.
But as disaster unfolds it doesn’t mean a thing.
Un-civilisation begins.
The scream of the human brake signifies the end.
Will the rampant grab all mentality come to an end?

Written by SonofHowarth © 2005 All Rights Reserved
(From the collection “Litanies Of Love, Hate And Admiration”)