FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND
under the scorching sun
the clouds have disappeared
we have no shelter
no means to quench our thirst
we have been laid bare without our shadows
still on the quest for answers
following the footprints that the wind swept off the sand
we dream of distant freedom building our own oppression
saving everyone but ourselves
the empire of promises is waiting for the rain
we stumble further with maps that lost all meaning
retreating from the sadness fire and flames won't cure
the sun is beating down on another illusion going up in smoke
no means to quench our thirst
the streams were left behind with our pollution

SWARM
conscience is outdated property is not theft
yawning rifts of the past have been bridged over
the grins i encounter are those of sharks circling silently around our feet treading water
the craving to be the first on the line to nowhere built our privileged lethargy into a shrine
not a question of where we want to go but to which direction we are led
automated
programmed
hungry for more
transformed into numbers
reborn as figures
we step aside as the merchants unfurl their ensigns
these colours do run and they're getting faster
how they tint our world makes my stomach turn
the arguments i hear are holes in human dignity
respect and understanding past their prime
we step aside as the parasites swarm into our lives
reproduction
measured time
domestication
measured time
limited options sold as noble endeavors
one hand in my pocket the other on my throat
we have never been spoiled with so much freedom to agree
far too much concrete to set the rules in
someone painted over the writing on the wall
bottomless pits we swallow it all
an appetite to kill for