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 conciousness,

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