Tormented by hubrists
object-sexuals in sight
soulless psyches
born festering in factory lines
human-like machines embedded with multiplying adding subtracting dividing
beautiful androids
devoid of emotion
incapable of discerning
a culture of rapidity lunacy and implosion
conforming to one point of view
internally corroding and stolid
Tell me what is the remedy?
Seems like there's no place for me in this vicinity
The masses become polarized
while dreamers are dying in Bedlam
The worship of cash-cows continues
Forever on trial
Forever exempt
Forever downtown
Where they meet one another in secret
Far from the crowds
Why must I see these things
and care to reflect?
The New Metropolis is here
in Bedlam
Perhaps I am only human
a vertebrate mammal
unlike the androids
I lust to live--truly live!
We no longer cry in Bedlam
unlike generations long ago
who did not live a lie
How I hate this--Living a lie
I can no longer stomach
Filled with ignorance, intolerance, and apathy
We watch daily on the screens
What they tell us to see
What they tell us to believe
Big Brother creeping, watching, monitoring me
I write this down in my hidden diary:
I go home to see the holograms
and I want to cry...
Forcing myself to breathe in these toxins
in Bedlam
I gasp for air-- inhaling the last collective good
Taking a deep breath
Outside my window I see
the murky merciless sky
Cold and distant to me
Drowning me into an opaque abyss
The Sun no longer shines here--its radiance long disappeared
Illuminating nothing
in the dismal whirlpool of Bedlam
that sucks me in
I can almost cry--I feel the pain inside
It sends shivers down my spine
But my body holds back the tears
Disdaining from fear--and I scream
but what escapes my mouth is
nothing more than
a silent wheeze
in Bedlam
