wrapped up in this blanket, suffocating
and all one can feel is fear
passing screams signalling hatred
passing cars driven by smokers
driven out of their minds by addiction
to addiction, scorned by one
full of fury and no longer
in love with love

foreshadowing a return to simpler times
among simple-minded people
we cry out, indignant
about the moral injustice and decay
without the capacity for critical thought
driven by drivel, pushed toward a goal
by those who would profit from it