Era

You are not human but a projection of a label raged against

Generations fought to rid society of what you perpetuate

A remotely accessed transmitter for lusty pleasures

No sensory organs remain for love

Only consciousness for perception

Publicly shared greed apathy mode

Death to the greatest reason to live

Those worth a damn... Care

Blue collar operator doles out words correctly

Non-conformist to a stereotypical verbal tragedy

Share the stability of a single digit fist disrespectful cliché

Worked so hard for equality now to prey against it

First world citizens of comfort merely surviving

Sedated on the evil beauty of material wealth

Give no quarter to habitual disrespect

Those who dish it out like its a fashion

Statement that needs to coming back into style

Cause ripples effect demand mutual recognition

So the hatred inside behind a false smile can die

Those who cannot adorn your greed are toss aside

All the while unaware of their commitment to a just crime

Sleep tonight amidst echoes of an inner voice

Chiming the world's denial of the unnatural

Surely your vapid avidity must hang

Under a cobweb noose of shadow

Accepted the dreamstate demands

Habitat for the human condition

Won't allow avarice to spread

Accept & seek an alternative

To this unhappy ending

M.L.K spilled his words like a million men into the streets

While you milk the stereotype for its minority report overrides

Rule breaking with verbiage that would make generations long past cry

They did not slave in a new world blood sucked until the last drop

Just so you could profane an immoral image a half immortal stereotype

Find yourself living proof that a true price had to be paid for equality

Stereo poet operator doles out words correctly

Non-conformist to a stereotypical verbal tragedy

Perpetuate daily the disrespectful cliché

Once upon a working class day spent toiling

For equality now to prey against it

Like the first world do to live

In greed without rain

Lethargic of heart

To all virtue

...Love