Injection

Needs for needles
And the self-sustaining peoples
Masses gathered under empty steeples

Thoughts from the thoughtless
And the self-serving process
Begging the fictitious for easy fixes

Trading hours for false powers
Ignoring the ignorance
Tit feeding from the slit throat
Bleeding

Your façade is breaking
With every deep breath they’re taking
Throwing the book back at you
Grabbing their lives
No longer faking

Losing the lost
And the self-shadowed cross
Emptied pews from the double-crossed

Facing the frowns
And the smiles with broken crowns
Only one way to go from down

Saving dollars for scholars
Collared, not followed
The free-formed thinkers, hollowed
Filling

Your palace is crumbling
With every step, they’re fumbling
Picking themselves up
Mapping their path
No longer humbling.