When the World Went Mad Again
It moved inside rather than turning inward.
Broadcasting virtual singalongs
as a circus for the masses as their daily bread,
Our ethos slipping into oblivion
Our isolation became physical
rather than just social, political, and economic.
Clowns and “artists” ingratiate themselves
by inflating the world with their illusory means,
Feeding on the virtual attention of the fearful.
We awoke to the dissolution of our primal mask,
revealing our fear, disparity, and impotence.
A creeping sense that we may never be the same again
Until the next generation learns to forget.
