The New Paranoia Poem by Joe Fraccalvieri

Can you safely sleep, secure in your bed
remaining awake to the terrorist dread
When there's nobody left in the world you can trust
it would seem paranoia becomes merely a must

Now's not the time to contemplate fate--
rather, a reason, to cultivate hate
Have eyes in the back of your head--
always look over your shoulder
Don't bother pointing a finger--
the key is to keep moving the boulder--
not to dwell on this hell, so don't linger

Just as indolent love turns to lust,
the knife, left idle, will rust

Hide your hate behind a feigned smile
Let the blood in your veins run cold
In the scheme of things it will be worthwhile,
to be like a wolf in the fold

If you have a daughter-- hold her
If she leaves your side, you should scold her
If you want the ones you know to grow older,
the need for survival is just
Before the storm...
Before hope is gone...
Before all we believe becomes dust