Conniption.

And the world seems to be spinning
towards a brutal and violent end,
celebrating war anniversaries
and victories through murder.
And the only solace
being empty figments
Created in hysteria and
hope of sustenance.
And from self induced scars
gaining our popularity
But acting vacuous when
asked about opinions.
And what the hell happened
to people with relative brilliance?
And what the hell happened to us?
What happened to the idealism?
And you can't walk down the street
without threats or being flashed,
Or watch the news without hearing
about the loose pedophiles and killers.
And you don't know who
those tax dollar will kill.
It scares the hell out of me,
this preoccupation with nihilism.
And you don't see my panic.
And you don't witness the apprehension.
And you don't know what's going on,
but this is giving me a perpetual conniption.