Dystopia 2020

With my eyelids shut,
as I face the light
I can see the capillaries have
fragmented into a zillion fault lines:
 
Just like the blind world
 
The rules of warfare have changed;
burrows of societies
speaking different shibboleths
interweave yet never meet;
 
Chains of information bypass
and never intersect;
 
Dark markets march in tight formation
like nomad nations:
 
A deeper matrix behind the public one
 
--beyond the mask of the Media--

where the more potent cheese is,
and the more demonic mouse traps
 
It is hiding the induction of the zombies among us
 
There, disease of a different kind spreads:
one not solved by medics of flesh and blood
 
The youth are dysfunctioning upside down and inside out,
while the people "of God" walk in a shallow square--
 
Around the parameters of their camp
oblivious to the attack by tunnel and by air
 
Abominable creatures are devouring naive refugees,
fleeing from domestic neglect
into the arms of pimps and rebel leaders
 
And the good ones sleep...
the good ones sleep