Trapped Inside This Modern Carnival Poem by DM W

We're trapped inside this modern carnival
Where everything here, it seems, has its price:
Where narcissists proffer their flesh for sale.
The dollar signs are burning in their eyes.
Simulacra are sacred; false gods reign.
The punk prophets are incarcerated.
T.V is designed to drive us insane.
The vile words of bigots are inflated.
Wile old war mongers prosper on young blood.
Crude processions of flags & theatrics
Are obscene when bones are buried in mud.
Freud labelled 'civilization' as sick.
Businessmen in chic suits get rich quickly;
On arms deals & other sordid exploits.
These days, money's the guarantor of dreams.
Better get radical & raise your voice!