dreaming of the final act

Slowly realizing that we are not special,
beautiful or unique.
That the only thing separating us
from the rest of the decaying material,
is the fact that we walk upright.

No purpose,
inept and bemused.
Looking with eyes
obscured with yellow tape.
Tasting compressed plastic
cracked freedom,
hysteric screams in my mind,
Lay my picket down in defeat,
read between the lies.

Trading inquest for security,
as the opulent conquer unopposed,
tossing the keys to our blue and white collar chain.
Cryptic warnings of economic armageddon,
leaders tell me to deafen them
with the angelic chime of cash registers
and the glorious trill of teller machines,
speaking of noble freedom
yet I see a prisoner in the mirror.

History being made behind the shadows while we,
the visible,
suffer by it,
everything is becoming different
and yet nothing has changed,
our species condemned to a circle.

Human against human
as tears fall in the gas,
the wise silenced for revealing the magicians tricks.
Divine tomes poison the heart that yearns for righteousness,
kill the soul seeking rebirth,
as false prophets seize their tongues and wallets.  
Generations made to suffer the consequence of their pollution,
un-sheilded by the o-zone of ignorance
successfully depleted.

Man has been freed,
only to be enslaved
by his inability to handle it
proving itself to be nothing more than a bacterium,
a disease long overlooked
the antidote will be administered.

Beware the beast man,
for he seeks to be heaven's king
and in doing so,
becomes the devil's pawn.
He alone among God's creatures
has broken the covenant with nature,
he takes all
leaves none,
he rebukes instinct  
becomes his greatest foe,
every fertile utopia he makes a barren wasteland.
Shun him;  
drive him back into his jungle lair,
for his curtain his falling.
Let the final act commence.