MADNESS FILLS THE AIR

Thinking back on tender years
it’s difficult to see
Beyond the place we called
our childhood’s end

Pretending we were soldiers
in a cavalcade of time
The lines are blurred between
the now and then

All in all, they justified
the lies that they were fed
Hoarding dark emotions
they can’t share

Playing cops and robbers
worshiping the walking dead
Oblivious…as madness fills the air

Further down the line
the child is sifted much like wheat
Placed inside a box of their design

Taught about a history
where facts are incomplete
And tares are slyly planted in the mind

The children form the essence
of a picture of a life
Where choices grow
around the things they fear

Opinions cut the silence
like the sharp end of a knife
Uncertain…as the madness fills the air

The days fly by in tangent
tethered to the things we need
Our parents only do
as they were taught

The sky forever falling
as we watch the summer bleed
Remorse for all the talking points
they bought

The children listen to the news
as if it’s truth be told
A warped refrain of what was when
and where

They’re taught that they should listen
twice as much as they should hear
Tongue-tied…as the madness fills the air

The parents now become the child
how easily they’re led
The battle lines were drawn
well in advance

For just as Mao conditioned
with his little book of red
You can not capture fertile minds
by chance

The social engineers who steer
the cattle to their fate
Perfecting mayhem
year by tender year

They keep the children latching
on to trends of death and hate
Screaming…as the madness fills the air

They call their parents enemies
for clinging to a dream
The priests and politicians
are all liars

And life plays like a movie
of emotional extremes
And destiny’s a baptism by fire

But little do they realize
that they were born to lose
Their lust for change was always
just a snare

The life they wanted to express
was never theirs to choose
Dying…as the madness fills the air

TM DiSarro

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