The Great Stagger Poem by Tyler Chambers

In a world void of self-consciousness, chaos reigns.
Outrage multiplies like amoebae and fists are propelled towards the sky,
the majority of them clenching one-way tickets to perdition.
The earth is no longer a good place.
The marrow in the bones of men has become saturated with corruption and greed.
An insatiable infatuation with currency haunts the capitalist as the scholar treads in the wrong direction.
A misleading foundation has been laid out for generations to come.
Many of the youth will stand no chance, blind to ethics and morality.
It seems that a seed has been planted deep within the roots of society;
a complete inability to recognize an affliction when it lacks a visible wound.
And so it marches onward without light, assuming progress is being made.
But a virus will thrive until it destroys it's host- or itself...
We are no exception.