Where We Are At

Seems like we are at

An evolutionary crawl

Under invisible barbed wire

On scraped forearms

Sore elbows bloated bellies

Worn knees and curled toes

With our heads hung low

Keeping our eyes half closed

Training for a future

That does not exist

Slithering at a snail’s pace

Avoiding manufactured fear

Satiating our ego while

Sacrificing our soul