Weaponize the weak
Loud and clear
Each word crafted as a spear of fear from giants ,
the meek stand defiant, no longer compliant ,
reliant or pliant to the trident of flagged soil,
A serpent coil framing turmoil traded in terror .
An over-bearer profiting from error and extraction
A rabid hocker of plastic distraction
Subtraction results in death
Additions can take breath
Chewing up flesh and dreams ,
Soot smoke screams stream through the carbon highs ,
We kiss the skies with gray pale eyes,
Our keyboard calloused finger tips slip across petroleum surfaces.
Morally vacant purposes placed upon pedestals and powdered with platitudes and gratitudes ,
Attitudes lost down the back of living-dead room couches.
Little comfortable pouches to hide and wallow
Stuck in our sorrow as we swallow tomorrow like mundane medication
Sedatives for the soul-searching sentience striving toward the void