The Universal Con
We have dropped like so many rocks into this cavern.
Systematically like Lemmings to our deaths
heralded by no particular god
we hold tight to loosely planted trees
only to have their roots of morality dislodged.
What we thought would hold us upright as a billion lights
gives way to the frailties that have all along described us as one.
We are the many different shaded realities shoved aside
for the taxman, the gods of smoke, and kings of a street
aptly named “Wall.”