The system

They tell us its for
the collective,
but we don't really feel
connected.
Pulled too young from your mother's sweet nectar,
forced to succumb, the formula is better.

Then we stop
Take a minute to address
The issues at hand
Realize their plan
Distraction!

Media faces daze us,
they talk about ways
to avoid PMS.
Look! A new diet on the market,
While black
children
become the target.

So we pause
Contemplate questions
What's going on?
How did we get in this mess?

As our organs drown in GMO violence
We beg the electors,
'please just give us a chance.'
But they don't listen;
rambling words, dribbling nonsense.
Time to stand up,
bring on the storm, united as one.

As the anarchist clock ticks down,
speak
rise
above
the rest.