Misery Index

Sleepwalking through our spoon-fed lives...
As evidence of times before
in chapters long forgotten
the reotting tombs of history are written by the victors
empty words are staring back as paragraphs of power leave
no traces of the toiler's fate (just one massacre to many-and none too late)
All glory comes from death
desensitized in unreal fiction forms
our leaders never die- it's the working poor that fight their wars
It is written? It is rotten- their truth is dead and rotting
With decades passing and nothing changing
the hourglass grows empty again
tunnel visions and career clowns
send ivory towers crumbling down