Individual. Selfish and alone.
No sense of community. Nothing shared.
Produce and consume. Never own the means.
Expectations large, with little reward.
The failure and despair we don’t witness.
Left behind, abandoned if not consumed.
See the implosion of a falling star.
Red Star Rising, it used to be the sun.
Shining over every kingdom. Shared lands.
Traveled beyond time and space. Advancement.
No profits, but prophets who saw the way.
Release the chains of the present to see.
See the future that was supposed to be.
Not held back by prisons and devices.
The fat gatekeeper fed by his own greed.
Children with empty stomachs. “I want more!”
Taste their tears. One too many grains of salt.
A harvest for the fat man while they cry.
Their potential will amount to nothing.
Discarded generations, without means.
Production amassed built empires great.
Shadows cast over world without toilets.
The world’s embarrassment, until the guns.
The gold and the jewels were just too shiny.
Fat fingers pulled the trigger. Stole the world.