Anger

my heart will soon expire 
during a blinding rage against 
a travesty passing as light breeze 
in the storm of this ungodly hour 
we sit silent in our own mundane and minute plans 
miniscule needs, fraudulent desires 
night holds no wishes 
no dreams 
there is no life in the eyes of these sad children 
only the grin of instant gratification 
 
I remember when there were dreams 
when there was room for thought 
room to search the vast landscape of our consciousness 
the curse of having lived before the digital age 
 
we are fading as we flash our rehearsed smiles 
we are cooking in our own tasteless juices 
we decide on coke zero over sprite 
as our brothers are beheaded 
 
and we don't blink