Live and Die

We walk with the information of quasars and the discernment of protoplasm. Each day we live and die, each day our tears run dry. Information is the rubble, the clutter of our civil war. Reality becomes disposable when fact and fevered fiction are made coequals, when the rampancy of lies massacres the truth. Each day we live and die, each day our tears run dry. Propaganda walls our gated communities, our guarded cells. So many concoct frightful conspiracies from techno-witchcraft. So many dehumanize and scapegoat from delusive threats. Each day we live and die, each day our tears run dry. So many are captive here to the craven complex of revenge. So many swallow here, the mollifying Fentanyl of a cruel and brutal state. Clinging to the demagogue, no one is free. Somewhere in the brownout, is there a beacon? Somewhere in the nightmare, do we awaken? Each day we live and die, each day our tears run dry.