Apocalypto(ism)

Apocalypto(ism)

by Shumshere Sherchand

i saw the brightest of a generation

lose themselves to a myriad of indoctrinations:

communism,

socialism,

capitalism,

initiating our idealism.

the mechanical roar of an imagined ideology

from thoughts to lores

now become written for the whores

as they are fucked

anally

juices sucked

oil becoming spit out

the monsoon rain

calming to a level considered sane

but the hate remains:

junk bonds,

anal thongs,

bieber songs,

culture lost to the vultures.

a result of pacifism

lost beneath a realism

nuclear war

destroying the idealism

corporations

governmentalization

beautification

i saw the brightest of a generation

slowly becoming separated

between those

sickly and emaciated

whose vocal cords have been lacerated

by the

rich and docile

who are

never on trial

unwilling to fall 

or relent

acting as if they are heavenly sent

but in truth they are bent

crooked as a crook

the ones your read in books

movies, becoming a proof

ready to unify

the stars aligning

our media signifying

an end

saying it's time for discrimination to relent

written by those who have historically discriminated

i saw the brightest of a generation

suppressed 

causing their words to regress

losing their cultural dress

to an economic and political mess

power given to a few

our freedoms given to form their columns

supporting a roof that is leaking:

water,

money,

blood,

our rights.

haphazardly covered with our skin

torn out by histories unforgiving minions

sewn together by a lineage

family synergy

corrupting all countries

forced to choose

afraid to loose

familial or communal allegiance

the true individual lost amongst

"make sure you √ your box"

governments telling us they doing their due diligence

building our inner angst:

categorizing,

dividing,

separating,

us.

cattle

a united nations in disgrace

unified without a brace

collapsing becoming its fate

i saw the brightest of a generation

unable to date

living life as if it was a case

or caste

compartmentalized

to make one's life

easier as it is a divide

between dreams and time

trying to find that subtle dime

settle down, benign

all you notice is each others eyes

gun shots

the dream dies

i saw of the brightest of a generation

pick up their guns

blindly led by men

children thinking war is fun:

drums,

flags,

death,

carnally created to desire human flesh.

a social contract never blessed

god slowly becoming undressed

death

i saw the brightest of a generation

lose themselves to their highs

lighting up

letting life pass by:

waste(wo)men,

peace and love,

release the doves,

mother earth needs to be touched.

respected

environmentalists

dejected

carbon dioxide roams our nightly skies

entering our lungs

decreasing our time

nihilism

lost to a line

of drugs

divine

i saw the brightest of a generation

believe they could change poverty

without changing the system of sovereignty

individual right over the collective might

because of our fear of losing our own life

unwilling to use our insight

short-term goals

maximize our dollars in wallets made of felts

clouding a vision devoid of profits

i saw the brightest of my generation

take up the call for neoliberalism

Thatcher and Reagan rallying the suites:

bankers following the sound coming from the pied pipers flutes,

the music so divine,

telling them they are not committing a crime,

over leveraged.

swapping millions for billions

Mr. Ponzi

ensuring

the poor are insuring 

a theory

without no feelings

nor education

stark naked

always willing to accept simple rations 

take from the poor

enable the rich

no places for a snitch

moral hazard

pushing their economy to a brink

wearing suits and ties

forgoing an opportunity to think

trillions of dollars lost in a blink

penthouse

thousand count

Egyptian sheets

imported from China

globalization

back to an easy sleep

beggar

meek

so they flee

sleeping on the clothes he wore years ago

society threw him into the river's flow

but to his ideals he could not let go

submerged

lost and drowned

I saw the brightest of my generation

lost to words

and new ideas

psychology

tautology 

supposed necessity

that struck cords

with a  society looking to replace its sovereign lord

but we're unable to connect

lost

maybe it's time to circumvent

to a time of self-belief

providing us with mental relief:

ritalin,

prozac,

cognac,

belittling

reality.

a verbal cage

trapping and then separating

ADD

Depression

Autism

I saw the brightest of my generation

misunderstood

imagined communication

lost in translation

no such thing as a nation

homogeneity

bought through the globalized economy

so cheap

that new hobby

made in china

I saw the brightest of my generation

take the calls of their sovereign nations

thinking they know best

better than less

natives need to be undressed

redressed

meritocratic test

really discriminatory

written for the:

whites,

bahuns,

hans,

afrikaners,

ebo,

trust the flow.

of time

that sign

wait in line

I saw the brightest of my generation

called stupid and dumb

because they didn’t speak proper

properly

maybe it was just they had different cultures and families

a different society

we wanna be different

but the same

so they call those who are different

lame

can never rise above a level

limit has been imposed

negative infinity

afraid of its many foes

so indoctrinate

force them to hate

themselves or the culture

that history saw naturally to create

survival of the fittest

is that the one with the biggest:

breast,

cock,

mind,

disembodied fate.

fear of death

fear of life

I saw the brightest of my generation

I see the brightest of my generation

as the light fades

star burst

shattering our enclaves

ego

leggo

let go

I fear for the brightest of my generation

or
children of children (not yet super[wo]men)