Impoverished War Machine

Hmmph I'm just gonna have to I'm just gonna go at it again alright again Because I got about two and a half hours left of a drive Why the hell not Yeah I guess it's kinda self-incriminating to admit That I am doing this while I'm driving But whatever dude Rebel bro No seriously guys This is uh take ten And I am getting a little embarrassed here Um I started recording the takes at five They've all been different They've all been deleted But you're just gonna have to take my word for it Um I started at five And I said that I was going to get it then Subsequently all the way through nine Six seven eight nine Said the same exact thing But yanno I just uh kinda nitpicking myself right now That's just part of the process so I'm just gonna This piece means a lot for some reason I just feel like it needs a certain It needs a certain take I just gotta find it so It's The Leftovers It's what it's all about The cries from the streets Struggling beneath The restrictions established By a few of the elites Demeaning violence While promoting diversity A paper trail Lacking receipts Taxation is theft The jail Poverty Millions of dollars cut The kids in school Hungry Lacking perspective Disorganized priority A couple of stories Mostly gory Lost in translation After a day passes News becomes boring Attention spans are nil With everyone scared of climbing the hill Unless the benefit of a thrill Overwhelms The necessity to kill Quick triggered But he was standing still Arms in the air It wasn't a drill Down he fell More than once Beyond twice I've lost count And we've lost our will Blinding accepting things that can be changed Locked in a cage Our minds encased While our bodies waste Away A copy and paste society What do we do With the knowledge Lost in all the information As more funnels in The bystander effect Eternal stagnation If God brushed this creation He's synonymous with Hitler Like when he went into Poland Invasion Selfie ridden A sad generation Pretending to be happy The earth warming and dying I am finding solace In just about nothing Like a landslide It's all crumbling Alcohol and drugs Self-prescribed numbing The dumbing down Google making us stupid Instant pleasures Quick answers Riddled with technological cancer Autopilot routines Like falling in line As if Dasher comes after Prancer St. Nick turned Santa Claus A capitalistic mindset the cause Of all the bleeding with no gauze In sight Each day a battle Each night a fight Plagued brains of anxiety Worry And wonderment Wondering if things will ever ever Feel right A plight I'm losing these words As I write The tunnel is dark and lacking light Sitting shakily on a bed of dynamite The boom approaching The debris ugly The world circling Pillaging each other We plunder Further