Common Dreads

A needless and harrowing future
is developing for our generation and generations to come
But as I walk the chartered streets of this familiar oblivion,
I recognise nothing but unweilding consciousness,
in which we have almost comfortably drowned
It is madness
This normality is madness
We are clinging to manufactured crippled constraints
We must no longer commute between brand-ladened homes,
and quickly accepted aimless roams from our factories of slavery,
to raws of elusive bravery

We must unite!

And we must let the flood gates open

Here tonight, I clock a thousand heads
Here to unite, through common dreads