While tempests burn the land, the sea, the skies
and trees fall, raging through the charcoal-ed air
with much to entertain, we turn our eyes
the Gods of excess laugh, and let go care.
We worship at the altar of the screen
in every size, in every color choice
watch stories of good deeds to feel serene
give up our precious time, forget our voice.
Each tool that we create is weaponized
now used against us by the hand of greed
dividing us before we’ve realized
that money holds the power to mislead.

A decade come and gone from sprint to crawl
We rode in on a dream, then lost it all.