Poison In The Well

approximate your infamy and store it in a jar
hope was left in a box, nailed shut and locked
subsistence, silent irony, the chains of what we know
persisting in economies where we are bought and sold
the dead won't stop their screaming anymore
for when you stop believing they aren't gone
buried in the frozen ground to keep their regrets fresh
sanctify the reasons that you chose yourselves
alone amongst the masses; drifting chaos; crowds:
the implements of modern technological demands
wired to the circuit like we're meeting its advance
choking on our knowledge, we are frying in the blood
that we spilled across this planet wide and still do
to thank this great creator for the love shared
and shown to all the species upon this rock in space
judging not the presence or the absence of a face
inside the bearing effort of us all is in the living
the patience and forgiving when we forget to give
beauty that's inside of us all, never seen but shown
joyous celebrations like when capitalism fails and falls
and all the tyranny will only serve to justify in time
the means, for there is no meaning in the end
to dream and wake in the freedom of ourselves
an accident, an incident, poison in the well