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There is nothing more rooted in futility,
than to hope as we do for equality.
Thus this poem for peace,to me seems
another sequel in an eternal anthology of muffled screams,
Broken human beings.
For it is proven that calls for equality
cannot turn a majority,
regardless of availability,
regardless of quality;
Be they your calls,
Find ourselves few who don't want it.
It is seeming THE erogenous zone
in the collective consciousness of humanity,
a heightened state of global ecstasy,
and society's orgasmic finale.
of course being the operative word
thus its futility is with its conflict
with humanity's and thus society's primal impulse,
even if the constant loss of life
is its sinew.
And the realization leads to frustration
leads to war;
the sadomasochism of mankind
harming itself desperately, to reach finale.
Clawing at its eyes to not see its own face,
and tearing at its ears not to hear its own screams.
We are our own "Allied Mastercomputer," but also
our own "Adaptive Manipulator." and of course
our very own "Aggressive Menace."
but its not that I have no mouth and I must scream,
I have a mouth I am screaming but no-one will hear.