Everyone Sees Everyone Knows

Tears of sorrow stream from my eyes as I sit on a small patch of green grass they call a park and gaze upon never-ending fields of concrete meadows filled with cars surrounded by a brown river of floating fish near the forest of steel, where people live gathering everything they can hold sold to them by faceless machines that has no soul beneath a sky once overflowing with birds filled now with hollow tubes of seated people in a hurry from tethered reasons of purpose lost in the crushing moments of passing minutes that steal their days with the chatter of empty sound keeping them trapped in a world of illusion crossing oceans once filled with an abundance now lingering on the edge of Apocalypse filled with garbage and plastic stressed with the unchecked harvest of fish to a point of no return colored by the slimy dark fluids from ships which clutter its surface like so many insects Everyone knows Everyone sees yet resign themselves to their internal drudgery clinging to their place inline fought for as if it was freedom all struggle with reason all wonder what is to come 2/13/16 re-posted 9/25/21