LAMENT to the REAL WORLD

Like a newly built Cathedral, set to worship car and food

The aisles stretch on forever, in the surplus of quite lewd

The many, many choices of the product, just the same

Set the jingle and the jangle, and the jungle media fame

The real thought now occurs, of the products that have gone

Squeezed by fashion flunky, in its temporary victory won

And another business scalp makes way for yuppie new

As the real choice still diminish, in the tacky and the blue

Now down this certain aisle, past the dog food stacked six deep

Following spouses forward lunge, with trolley warrior jeep

The roar of plane and scream of shell, is right there in his face

As he tries to line the gun up so, to counter killers pace

Around him now, the dying, and the searing heat and noise

And he knows the friends here with him, are lying without poise

The screams of pain, from well-known voices, penetrate his soul

But he knows that "take out threat" is the first and only goal

Now he lets the training tick him on, the auto pilot brain

As he lines and fires, and fires again in Devils loathsome game

And the scream of plane is gone, in this place of Hell's own fire

Leaving stream of burning human, cast upon this evil pyre

Now it's out with Caz packs, stifle fear, evaluate the scene

Cloak the ears and shrinking brain, and all that might have been

No time to cry at precious loss, of friends of sharing heart

Just caring quick, and pad on slick, to staunch the bleeding part

Blackened body, evil stench and still within the head

The scream of plane, and missile fire, and desperate counter sped

Opened eyes in shoppers aisle, the staring faces of banality

No, this is not a nightmare, you stupid bitch, I was there, steeped in reality!

Feel the deafening thump, and the air retreat

With the breath of your body sucked out complete

Feel the shame at your kills in this tacky choice

You, who choose to make silent, my dead buddies voice