A poem...

[boneyardblues]

We, we are, we are
we are the children of apathy.
We march to war and bleed indifference.
We gorge ourselves on entertainment
that leaves us hollow and hungry.

We, we are, we are
we are the children of apathy.
We raise ourselves to fit the measure of our graves.
We are premature ghosts waiting.

We, we are, we are
we are the children of apathy.
We lay ourselves down to sleep and
we do not wake.
We are all dreamers.
We walk in dreams,
we talk in dreams,
we work and breathe and then die in dreams.
We never wake.
We die with our eyes closed.

We, we are, we are
we are the children of apathy
we are the era of mass production
we are the generation of one-size-fits-all
we are obese
we are starved
we are dying dying dying
we are screaming
we are writhing in our self-imposed agony and
we do not care.

We, we are, we are
we are the children of apathy.