A dark and lonely midnight sky o’er the blight of urban spire;

The brightness of the neon lights; the signs of strife, no force of life;

All meaning is in vanity or consequences plainly dire.

The cold concrete and murky street cry in melancholy grief;

The promise of the dawn to come; perception waxes deaf and dumb;

Where no affiliation’s safe and all exists for non-belief.

All the people are but drones that crowd around the sprawling stones;

Empty faces all around, with common ground and silent sound;

Nothing matters in this void; knowing no one, themselves not known.

Expansion couples with restraint, racing rats and ego games;

Creating mounds of wanton waste; futility and undue haste;

Identities consolidate and you no longer have a name.

The end of all cannot be far when such a place so dark can be;

Numbered and homogenized, assimilated, sanitized;

Humanity has been replaced for a minor service fee.

Filtered fabricated lies feed us through the giant eye;

Vicariously we exist, we don’t have life but get the gist;

Sitting in our little cells, we watch the pseudo-world go by.

Money talks and we all hear, it speaks into our very souls;

Massive market, voter trends, catastrophe that never ends;

How happily do I await when consequence receives its toll.