Mass Hysteria

The only thing we see
Is on a lighted stage
We want to laugh on the way
To a pulpit or a grave
We know we are doomed
But we hope to be saved
There are so many of us
So many who kneel and pray

It happens whether you like it or not

Progress
But not for a tree
Progress
But not for the sea
Progress
But not for what we breathe
Progress
But not to be healthy

We do it in a single shot

We kill for our race
For we are not accepted
We kill to save face
For our pride is rejected
We kill to take someone’s place
For our needs are protected
We kill then say grace
For our God was not respected

We add one more to the pot

Children
We give birth
Then we raise them
Praising their worth
But multiplying
Walking on Earth
While a pond
No longer springs forth

We hear the sounds time forgot

We pretend
And cling to music
We fantasize
While we listen to it
We come again
For it is magnetic
We ask
For our antiseptic

We have already cast our lot

We come no matter what the sign said
We are parched
And ready to fight for our daily bread
But not for our souls
But to build a fence instead
To separate ourselves
Even as we see those who are unfed
Telling us we are next

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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS

Wow. That is powerful, Mark. Sad, tragic, pessimistic, and so powerful - and too true in many respects. Very well done, too. Voting up, useful and awesome.


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The Suburban Poet 3 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Hi Nellieanna - I hope you are doing well... this morning I was at my favorite place to eat (Mr Naturals in Austin, Texas) and I was talking to my friend who works there about the big South by Southwest music festival taking place here. It's a great thing and takes over the city but we were also talking about how we were ready for all the out of towners to leave and hopefully not decide to move here... then we were talking about precious resources and I got to thinking on top of that about how we love entertainment and I see it as an escape (not a novel concept) and well... here's what came of it...


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS

Ah - a train of thought can bring precious cargo! Thanks for sharing that!


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The Suburban Poet 3 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Sometimes I wonder if I should leave the source of the piece as a mystery....


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS

It's a toss-up to decide whether to take the readers in on the background and inspiration of a writing. Guess it depends on one's inclination and on whether it would enhance or distract from the finished thing.

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