Design Fault

Did the world really end up being this?

What of the yarns they spun us, when we were kids?

Kids killed with ‘smart’ bombs dropped by drones.

Adults allayed with selfies snapped by ‘smarter’ phones.

Eco systems wrecked by wreck-less economic wrestlers only focused on the win.

Polar caps melting as refugees are drowning in their run off just trying to get in.

Every ten seconds a child dies of starvation.

Whilst another child, in another continent, complains about the lack of games for their PlayStation.

It’s all a little, a lot, anamorphic.

And for that they’ve got a pill, to stop you being sick.

The Reality they want you to see on your TV.

A slavery you can’t see can never bear a key.

So why not, have another drink, a sniff, a smoke.

With the secret yearning for the next one to kill you, and end this cosmic joke.

Or focus on the fairytales; it’ll be fine in the great beyond.

Well if that’s really the case?

Why the fuck does anyone carry on...

Because life is designed for struggle.

Humans designed to hunt.

Unless of course you’ve made it?

Born of bloodline, silver cunt.