A Crow's Song In An Unnatural Smog

A Crow’s Song In An Unnatural Smog

Aesthetics and cream on front covers
Soot on coalminers’ gloves and shovels
Keep on plundering our Mother
Keep on marring each other
Let’s all become the same
No need for movement
Let monotony tame us lame
We’ve written the will of our Elder
Let us decorate our costumes with,
Sapphires of Slander

All I saw were muddled puddles of woe
No sunlight to reflect my fears and knows
Hidden beneath the surface
I thought I’d keep them locked below,
Oh, the concession of the Status Quo...

I was even with the world
No odder than an eloquent crow
We continue to yearn for longer decibels
As our mountain rumbles and moans...

The pragmatic peak of constructive minds
Why shouldn’t we turn sense into dollars?
The court of our soul should not reprieve
For there are no aches that we relieve

Painkillers minus
the agony,
Inducing skeptical
melancholy,
We propagate and mime
The fires of our fathers’ lies
Man’s best intentions swerved left,
A slew of passionate drunks stumbling awry

Forgive me if I refuse to loiter
Through tortured waters I begin to row
I am lost somewhere up river
Zero visibility
Loss of flow,
The fog refuses to dither
How can I move forward?
When I can’t see two feet in front of me
Never mind the shore