Common Dreads

A needless and harrowing future is developing

For our generation and generations to come

But as I walk the chartered streets of this familiar oblivion

I recognize nothing but unweilding consciousness

In which we have almost comfortably drownedIt is madness, this normality is madness

We are clinging to manufactured crippled constraints

We must no longer commute between brand-ladened homes

And quickly accepted aimless roams from

Our factories of slavery, to raws of elusive bravery

We must uniteAnd we must let the flood gates open

Here tonight, I clock a thousand heads

Here to unite, through common dreads