conflict

the network hums
along lit screens,
compounding the problem
of illusory dreams.

a fascination of bigotry
and fear of the unknown-
a commonwealth of the paltry-
a trap through images shown.

the lies are built upon
tiny truths and fear-
all for an illusion
of needed security.

we are guided toward
our doom
like birds flying
into the sun
so bright and tempting,
the light traps us
in the flame of our
infinite desire.

we are snuffed out
through the anxious moments
waiting for our turn
in the streams of blood
that came before us.

we ready ourselves
for turbulent times,
as if expected to set
the world in motion,
one meandering mind at a time,
hoping for a quick end
before the pain begins.

it is a catastrophe
for the moment.
bloodshed of the day.
... and we expect it all
to come crashing down like
it has done since the dawn
of civilization.
we need the mayhem,
the disorder,
the final painful purge
to make the suffering
seem just.

and that is why we strive for
a bigger, better bomb
to blow us all away.