"Changed"

"Changed"

Just a short poem about change...

Futility breeds stupidity,

And so grow the masses.

Throbbing, thrumming,

Screaming through death.

Pulsing with life,

And dreams lost.

The passionate

Embrace of hopelessness.

Wits-end dangles

It’s priceless prize.

Sorry my friend,

You’ll never be that free.

The puzzle taunts,

Ever changing.

Stealing faith

From those with none.

The final piece,

Burned in rage

By those who

Needed it most.

The music yearns

To be heard

By the past.

The beat falters,

Fails the chorus.

The song plays on,

The record skips,

And finally,

Even the soulless,

Nameless, faceless,

Background singers

Grow tired of the tune.