THE EMPIRE OF INDIFFERENCE
Do we live in a carnival of hollow pantomimes,
where every smile is a painted rictus
and every gesture is an empty script?
In a empire where indifference reigns as king
on a throne of polished bone, and existence has
become flattened into a ghostly spreadsheet.
Cold calculations determine everything
and every heartbeat becomes a transaction,
as dreams dissolve into shifting stock options.
Love is shrink-wrapped and sold back to us,
and hope becomes collateral for a loan we can't repay.
Our spirits flicker across ticker tapes,
their value fluctuating in markets that never close.
Here, in the Empire of Indifference,
existence is reduced to sterile ledgers.
Every human impulse, every flicker of hope,
is a product of macro-economic slopes.
where every smile is a painted rictus
and every gesture is an empty script?
In a empire where indifference reigns as king
on a throne of polished bone, and existence has
become flattened into a ghostly spreadsheet.
Cold calculations determine everything
and every heartbeat becomes a transaction,
as dreams dissolve into shifting stock options.
Love is shrink-wrapped and sold back to us,
and hope becomes collateral for a loan we can't repay.
Our spirits flicker across ticker tapes,
their value fluctuating in markets that never close.
Here, in the Empire of Indifference,
existence is reduced to sterile ledgers.
Every human impulse, every flicker of hope,
is a product of macro-economic slopes.