Intrusively Influenced

 



Dark skies
dead birds
their ghosts do sing
angels with words
no harps to bring
life force a slur
on broken strings
we are not
what we were  
we hear
but can't be heard
unclear and now a blur
in fear of the mass herds
who fear thinking.



Where do we go  
from here  
is limbo on this sphere
what is to be
is such a fear  
if it doesn't stick
I can't adhere  
each calendar tick
is one day near
to the bucket we kick  
that ends time here.



Someday  
we will know
if Enola Gay  
will again, get flown
if the sun rays
they still glow
in another place
to where we get blown.



Mass division
a composite
through the media ,envisaged  
too many religions
with the insane claiming
the same delusions
murder , maiming
and wrong decisions
our lives are played in
a gaming addiction
from fluoride tainting
to viral infusion
with many claiming
that this is the solution
to dumb down your brain 'til
you lose all confusion
numerically named
intrusively, influenced.