I’m afraid
This will only get worse
As complacency breeds
True inaction
Than striving for change
Near impossible
Only effortless prayers
Never grasp

Being better off sought
When agreeing
How our suffering sings
Even louder
Despite what noise
Drowns these symptoms
In a mournful shame
Barely heard

Behind talking heads
Making speeches
On their constant screens
Still distracting
Such confident souls
Sounding whistles
To stop this game
Always dumb

Blaming everyone else
But themselves
Or society’s hate
Which perpetuates
Over money and guns
Taking precedence
While yelling at God
They need more

Barely sorrowful
Burying dead
But refusing how greed
Is that sickness
Just watching decay
Claim the bodies
Of spiritual rot
Called success

Citing freedom
Behind every kill
While mandating lives
So unequal
Soon pushing each side
Towards aggression
Quickly silencing
Those who rebel.

• J. Pigno