How can we expect anything but eruption
When we treat you this way?
How can we excuse your decimation
When our provocation is clear?
Indignation spawns indignation, just as much as
Violence breeds violence.
Farmers of doom, we reap what we sow.
Keepers of the loom, we undo all that is known.
The more we turn the screws
The more you ungracefully squirm
The more we grind you down
The more you set to burn
We created you by destroying you.
We lost you when we found you.
You’ve turned being broken
Into a state of functionalism
You’ve defined your constant loss
As the norm of our idealism.