American Chimera

There is a sort of timidity

That keeps the quelled from succeeding

As the hurtled masses step on one another's toes

When the queens song demeans the voices

And the pitiless hoard slings curse words upon lighted shoulders

So that they, they can be held higher

Raised as if on thrones

Cramming the multitude of simulations

From bygone eras

Thus claiming a knowledge that they never breathed

Fiction writers tell better tales

The creativity is absent but the creation is pure

Born out of that sting 

Like a hornet attacking unabashed

Limited not by its nature

But by its willingness to inflict pain

As criminals stroll into department stores

To buy bread for their families

Their stingers primed to strike

Misguided by their entitlement

Not of money, or power

But of savage leverage

Clinging to the few things they are good at

Claiming that they are the end all

Claiming that they have a wealth of knowledge

A well spring of knowing

That they did not seek out

It was earned as some sort of bargain

A subconscious agreement between their hubris

Between that almighty pride

And the need for being seen

Pretending that fame is not in their cards

That simplicity is their goal

But still wanting a lasting impression

Dead to the empathetic

Like beasts, these insects of men

These brutal wasps

Invading the hives of the worker bees

Killing the queen within

Afraid

They swarm like a virus

Clinging on what little lost faith they have

Abandoning the logic

Losing the way

And, 

in this anger they press their wrath on a million people

From here to the edge of space

Those that hover over it all

They are infected

We are infected

Spoiled milk that sat too long upon the surface

The kitchenette set

Stinking and poisoned

Sticky and green

And when the time comes for them to sting

They will swarm without mercy

Claiming the son of God for their side

Claiming the pacifist champion for their corner

While the bile spills out from every orifice

While the purity of there blood leaks out of the crevices

Replaced by venom

The antidote is all about them

But they have become the normality

The anti-bodies are now heathens

Their confusion is the sanity

And the sanity is now confusion

Chaos abound

And then, there is the we 

With all of our timidity

Who always stood so meekly by

While they multiplied

And sought to devour

and sought,

To divide.