[ Stasis ] Poem by Garathe Den

Stasis
The world's response to fear
How so easily
You let your life be commandeered
Your dreams and your ambitions
All but disappeared
A flock to mindless medias
Corralled and engineered

Once seemingly so vibrant
Filled with zest for life
Now cowering and pitiful
With no signs of delight
Panic in pandemic
And such a tragic sight
Identity abandoned
As you quarantine the light

No strength amongst your faculties
A product of the hype
You seizure in demeanor
Now, shrieking through your gripes
A feature presentation
Of a puppet of the tripe
A circus in a cycle
Where you're all but circumscribed

A programmed and trained response
Devoted to the doctrine
Domesticated casualty
To every spoken toxin
Conforming to disparity
While leaving truth forgotten
Just to heed to fear, politicized
And viewing it as sovereign

The pavers of perdition
Building a religion
Cowards of the heart
Masquerading hope and wisdom
Villains of salvation
All fraught is their tradition
Too blinded by the perils
Fabricated repetitions

Cutting off the blood flow
Halting the response
It's time to break away
But you have formed no renaissance
Shocked within a terror
Contained to a nuance
Peering in the headlights
As you hide within a box

Burying the coffin
Funeral in service
Never lived a life
Because your whole life's been perverted
A corpse that lays in waste
Void of any purpose
Hypochondriac
In an eternal state of nervous

For fear, it has seized you
Drawn you to hiatus
Distracted you from everything
Which you should remain gracious
Try to find a spark of life
But it's been rendered traceless
And without a pulse of courage
You just remain froze in stasis

© HeartOfBabel