Fall in Line

I’ve got no thoughts, randomize.

Scribble as I fantasize

Dragons could be more polite,

All they do is fly by night

Terrorize.

The populace, opulence

Is little.

Underprivileged shrivel.

The system is brittle.

Under fire, scrutiny

The mates plan a mutiny

Unrest, insurgency

Violence and anarchy

Worship then demonize

The crowd is right, fall in line

Red, white and blue colorblind.

Split, cracked, broken

Idle, useless, tokens

Garbage, trash, mindless mass

Expendable souls and poison-filled bowls.

No profit, no purpose

And diamond-filled purses.

Slow down,

Fall apart.

It’s too late, mate.

It’s a blatantly tainted fate.