Mellow Madness During the Holidays
Your future has been deleted
Your future has been denied
Your future is non-existent
Your future was left behind
Your future was bought and sold
You can’t work your way through college
You can’t retire when you get old
The money was not paid
When your future was held ransom
Believers will prey, but not the agnostics
We discuss injustice
Have charity banquets
But not a penny for the vanquished
New York City streets are filled with blood and vomit
We pray not to wind up like the homeless
Soup kitchens and pantries turn thousands away
Why is this season different from any other day?
All the wealthy sinners who have been greedy
Volunteer a few hours or dollars to help the needy
Working people are laid off as jobs fly overseas
The pandemic persists and won’t recede
The future ain’t what is used to be
Obliterate aspirations and fantasies
We’ve made a world where nothing can last
The future is in preserving the past
Silence is in motion
You’re busy watching your back
Wondering when you’ll be discarded
Like yesterday’s trash
Our population is smothered in technology and fear
Let’s celebrate again, same time, next year