The reflection of the intellect

Introspected and connected

on that which brought us low

in the moment dark above

Why were they even allowed

to bring our vision down

in a single day on that which is

The morning of all our woes

The molders and the tyrannical

Setting themselves as gods over us

on flights of fancy

A position that we never ascribed

to thieves like this

and yet were fed the castor oil

of indifference for years before

and so the impact lay minimal at our feet

We were found standing

in their direction

Just now in the underbelly

of this creature

they unleashed grumbles

rising in a churning

and uncivil resistance

Why do they rage inside

and yet even they

are led by the nose

on chains to calamity

(October 22nd, 2017)