Breathing Pestilence - Misery Index

Looking in from the outside

Each city pukes its wounded forth

A world that time forgot

Along 95 from south to north

From gray to greener lands

To exburb, suburb, in-between

Some choke and some breathe

A fact of life in this plutocracy

As the best of the worst plan our lives

A mass murder of the spirit cuts the vine bearing wisdom’s fruit

Brother, wave your trust in faith goodbye

When it’s man against man, the culture consecrates the code of spite

So this is the ideal system —

Millions shunned in urban tombs

Easy for the rich to suffer

As they smile, wave, and lock their doors

Driving away from the failures

So trivial and so normalized

Back to their pristine pastures

To forward and secure their perfect lives

This nation blood-bound with its ties

Gives not a fuck for its children or the toils of their wasted labor

Flood pouring gates open wide

Upon this fiction of a state, and the excess it expels and justifies

Ghosts in concrete veils, haunt Katrina’s winds

Gasp, as charcoal air, fills lungs as black as tar

And they drown…