We've fallen in love with our anger
We spit our emotions on to paper and call it poetry
We bludgeon each other with our indifference and don't even pretend to ask for forgiveness
We scream our questions in collective and private angst all the while denying a response...
And why?
Because we're afraid of the answers
So we worship false gods that sooth our cowardice
And abandon ourselves to ultimate indulgence
And as our baser appetites are fed
And our higher aspirations are distracted to abstraction
Our hearts grow silent