We are all dying
Metal vultures circle overhead
spitting shrapnel
at our weakened bodies
We are all dead
Metal flies case our bodies
recording shambling bones
for the coroner overlords
Our biggest mistake
was seeing freedom
through the cracks of their padding
when it was just a terrorist
draped in stripes
the entire time
The greatest threat
to us
does not wear a turban
nor does he live in our phone signals
He wears a suit
and resides in a mansion
paid for with your taxes
When we realize this
the dead shall rise
from their tinfoil coffins
brandishing hearts
wielding neurons
while skies clear
of our magnetic nightmares
and the airwaves will play
cellos and flutes
instead of our thoughts
And in this moment
we will be reborn
