Stoic

Reality sets into a heart that wishes
To read you lies that sit like an open book
This must stay open, this must stay clear
This must be said for all to hear
These are living, breathing beings like us
Going, gone unaddressed, undeniable
These are living, breathing beings like us
They don’t look the same on a plate
Are we still fixable?
Drop the dish that could fill
The mouth with meat
To the floor and I’ve watched it break
One thousand pieces of that glass equals
One thousand days gone past
And how has technology brought us any further
When this society is still stuck
In its primitive dietary ways?
Only a death trap for both worlds
Tomorrow can’t be faced
When today’s crisis is aborted
Stop looking ahead!
Are we still fixable?