The Imperceptible

Do all times feel like dark times?

Rampant tyranny through gloomy streets

Excessive violence through addled minds

A rattled consciousness leads to haste. 

What has become of light and glory?

What has become of the noble hero?

The rundown, exhausted populace 

chant and protest to no avail. 

The joke is on us. 

Crumbs fall down, peppering the floor

Famished we fight

To each his own 

One on one against each other 

Fighting to the bones. 

Bread and circus on the rundown psyche

Leaving behind questioning thoughts

Up in arms over futile nonsense 

The tyrant system will not be tied in knots. 

This the battle waiting to be fought

To reach a union over the associated bunch

The communal band that rule for a few 

We are not so trifle, Do not be tricked

I have only but one thought: 

The imperceptible will deliver the

counter-punch.