Hell is Other People

Does it really boil down to this?

The sanctimonious consequence

Bloodied noses and shards of teeth

The grizzled remembrance

We’ve really let ourselves go

Effigies of blessed times

The time before the floods

The droughts, the displaced peoples

This is human conditioning

Caked in indifference

Until it strikes us where it hurts

The inconvenience

My patience is just fumes

I stall amidst stagnant hordes

Fleshy coffins made mobile

All mouth, gaping hollow

Caught in the glare of sloth

Lashing out impotently

Unable to convey

The slightest original thought

This is human conditioning

Caked in indifference

Until it strikes us where it hurts

The inconvenience

And so we anguish

In dark age principles

In the raw palm of violence

At the brink of our undoing

Pay attention before

The march of horseman cometh

The fires rain choking soot

Our children wish they had not been born