Wasted

We are wasted
In this time
Giant mechani
Roam
Ripping apart
Our land
The only work
Is to tend them
As they break
Apart
Our nation
Into their profit
Wipe your finger
Across the counter
And taste the dust
That once fed millions
Now toxic
We the people
Are only moved by
Profit
What can it get
Us?
Look
Where are your
Neighbors?
Connected by
A wireless signal
There . . . but not
For the grace of God
Go we the people
Untethered, unmoored
We drift
Always looking
Always hoping
Standing in line
For some new toy
Our homes dug up
My the mechani
Our farms dried up
By the problem
That doesn’t exits

Faint Hope

Close your eyes
Imagine
Open your eyes
Do

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