NEW WORLD ORDER

A lagging undeadness moving through the pipeline,

Southpaw underdog safeguarding a deadline.

Yesterday’s about face complimentary encore.

Table turning, reverse mirroring, mental challenge in store.

Collective means, data streams flowing to the masses,

A lethal dose of comatose kissing public asses.

Potty training corporations invasive information,

TV channels, police stations, lifeless investigations.

Moral stress, we value less and regress to vulgar,

Society is innocent of creating a real time ogre.

Smoke screens, so obscene, a degenerative atmosphere,

Our lacking sense of placement, what are we doing here?

A lopsided legacy of exploitionary enragement,

Closing time, end of the line, loss of moral engagement.

 

 

~yvonne renee moore

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