The Point; an avid reduction

What was the point
And why should we be alarmed
With early morning car bombings
And children heavily armed

“The descent of man”
A half-assed yet decent plan
Meeting half-hearted demands
In a city that never sleeps
Thriving on robotic commands
“Cold world, can’t get enough”
And I’m finally changing my plans

So tell me what was the point
To instill or annoint–
A former familiarity from which
We have found we have no choice
With little to no voice;
Condescending terms and
A lack of poise

Filling static with white noise
Wandering so calmly within
The lost at sea dance to unsung rhythms
For in our deepest truths shared
We are eternally forgiven


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