There is something creeping over us.
Demeaning, disrespectful and dangerous.
We sense it, yet feed it.
Taking over our lives.
Fake, cynical, and wasteful.
It’s an addiction that grows.
Like a predator it hunts us,
We turn away, refuse to see,
That someone poisoned our dreams,
You can taste the toxin in the air.
And now, saturated,
To be accepted.