People Of Nothing Poem by J.M Berger

Well the head detached and rolled across the floor
And there was nothing we could do anymore
For the whole of life, we’d said life was a bore
Nothing we could say, anymore
S’more pain, something unexpected
Quite heinous, somewhat introspective
It’s no use

Well the metal-heads and figureheads adored
What great sounds they heard upon opening the sealed doors
But the beasts and creatures of the thinking man
Couldn’t figure out how to sustain the clangs
The sounds die away, outsiders watch us fade
We are cosmic disasters
With no place in the great hereafter
Hearts have ceased beating
Our words all have no meaning
We had hope, but it was fleeting
And it flew