Common Dreads

A heedless and harrowing future is developing

For our generation and generations to come.

But as I walk the chartered streets of this familiar oblivion,

I recognise nothing but unyielding unconsciousness;

in which we have almost comfortably drowned.

It is madness

this normality is madness!

We are clinging to manufactured crippling constraints...

We must no longer commute

Between brand laden homes

And quickly accepted, aimless roams

From our factories of slavery

To wars of illusive bravery

We must unite

And we must let the flood gates open

Here tonight, I clock a thousand heads

Here to unite, through common dreads