The Rumble

I remember the rumble It seemed so distant at first, a whisper in this urban jungle No one seemed to notice it There was no proof,no broken glass, no fires lit I remember the sound of it It was like a earthquake that moved the entire continent of consciousness While keeping everything in place Our morals and ethics drifted further away As we ran our rat race I remember the thought of it The pocket watch of tension winding us up Unable to see who it is winding People begin to shout, act out, and cut up As if they were out of timing I remember the feeling of it Bit by bit we became disjointed from one another No longer anointed, we quickly moved to strike down a brother A sister, a mother, a child. We forever will walk that green mile Yet somehow do it all with an Instagram smile I remember the taste of it Hypocritically bitter with a hint of lemon As the clean rights of women get trampled and hidden Plato's guardians only protect themselves Those of the wealthy and those who will never tell I remember the smell of it Was that tear gas, a train crash, or just normal pollution? We smell our bottled water before we drink it, hoping its the solution Like paper mache plaster on this ecological disaster we call home If we pay enough money, maybe we can live in a dome I remember the sight of it Now undeniable, issues too big to make just one liable Its too big to fail, but not fair enough to be viable Violence is common language, truth is in disrepair Illusion tasty like candy, vying to be our next heir Yet I remember At first they came for them, and we said nothing We became divided and chided the idea of one house of something Where everyone is community, strangers and enemies too All we have left now is fragments of the new rule And the rumble. Can you hear it?