Schism

With the death of freedom the world celebrates its liberty and as the itinerant children of futures dream wept in their unborn purgatory the applause rang loud for ever more even more security Yes for this day and this day only for this dust, for this thirst this indigent clawing at life's throat may appease these misanthrope moments and give us all the delusions of hope Pass around the syringe of instant relief and break to dysfunction everyones heart let us feast on starvations freedom and on the pyre of authority throw our children for the world is not of tomorrow but for this day and this day only