How do we cope without any reason?
Lacking all hope
As with the season
Where do we turn
With the lights out?
How will we learn?
Past reasoned doubt
How will we stand
With nothing true?
On command
Through and through
See the derangement
In what is going down
In the arrangement
Of the lost & found
The non-exotic
Is so commonplace
They’re all neurotic
All up in your face
Making for the boats
Can’t even keep pace
Lost their post-it notes
Just forgot their place
Not even ignomatic
Like an open book
Switch to automatic
Watch that dirty look
It could be awkward
If you want to dance
Sounding squawkward
Never get a chance
Let the song be done
The end of romance
Beat it on the run
Yet the harvest moon
And many other quips
Is pointing to a boon
& Crimson ever lips
War of those drones
Sounds so boring
In the danger zones
Death tolls a soaring
Men dressed in suits
Talking about peace
Fighters die in boots
More war at the least
No longer a mystery
Fate of a dark drum
The annals of history
As to Kingdom come
Heirs of civilization
With a virtual premise
Standing in division
The brink of the abyss
Forces of defiance
Simmering in fervor
With a new alliance
Glowering in murmur
Worlds in transition
And we cannot stop it
We’re in this condition
Just about to drop it
So it’s rather funny
Topic keeps changing
Now it’s Bad Bunny
That they’re rearranging
So anxious for the war
We can hardly stand it
& Nothing seen before
We alone can plan it
Just make a mention
The results we face
Way beyond detention
Ruin in every place