In perilous instances of contemplation <br />the support of survival gets blended <br />in shredding machines of chatter <br />until meaning gets lost in the background <br />with spinning logos taunting the mind, <br /> <br />polished by the hand holding the leash. <br />A slap awaits any who question why <br />people get born every second with a <br />cost of debt upon their heads like a trap <br />primed to be sprung by lapdog campaigns <br />hoarding tyrant gains hidden from sight. <br /> <br />Our journey through night shall be guided <br />by the swirling stars until our fiery orb <br />lights up the sky once again to bask us <br />in the warmth of truth despite the loss of <br />human dignity in the name of science <br /> <br />predicted by computer models with goals <br />to keep the masses obsessed with gases when <br />nucleotide reactions shape the vitality and the <br />change with their esoteric exchange offering <br />the sun as a savior and a curse until our plight <br />is made worse by paranoid ancient wealth.<br /><br />John Weber<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/counting-the-cost/
