The Universal Con

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.”