Utter pandemonium
We thrive on sheer chaos
To have all that we so desire
No matter what the cost.
With viper eyes we look ahead
So numb to what lay waste
Pleas, but uttered grievances
And all can be replaced.
Mistakes are never challenged
And venues questioned not.
We hold a judges gavel,
Where reverence can be bought.
The more mayhem the better,
To shift the seeking soul,
Distraction, desperation,
We watch the players fold.
And high we stand upon our thrones
Of corporate entities,
With workers but a team of ants,
All programmed to appease.
Yet in the end we're all the same.
Bodies damned to dust,
For which our souls must answer,
To all we've done unjust.
Copyright/SJ Petrandis/2008
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