The epoch of this age is awaiting, generations are awash with lies, there’s a sense of something happening, as two sides of our world collide.

There's the gnarled screaming war cry, sharpened by a dumb ill truth, honesty is becoming twisted, pulled screaming from its peaceful roots.

The con artists thrive in elitist power, beaming smiles, imagine life, when people are being used as bargaining tools and our society is being jack-knifed.

You can feel the pain of those nations, dismissed, and house ambushed, while cultures are besmirched, beneath a bullying ego, belittled, util they are crushed.

The lives of so many are left in ruin, starving children's innocence is ignored by vengeful hate, it’s the power that's unforgiving, it’s a madness mind of that state.

Land grabbed and bulldozed bodies, dried tears fuel systemic hate, deliver the innocent from this evil to the imagined God that hopefully lies in wait.

If this reflects our one true nature, then this madness is our nurturing bile, retched from the very pits of our stomachs and spewed out to humankind.

It's a moment in our history, a dark tale that twists, unfolds, and turns, it's a call to arms to fulfil a destiny, it's a lesson that's still unlearned.

There's a persistent need to self-harm, self-assault, batter ram and then destroy, unpicking our evolving nature with ill-fated plot and ploy.

Whiile those dog whistle politicians, manipulate, with target coded calls, sleight of hand demonising victims with a vision that they fall.

This is pink and blue conditioning there's no rainbow flags flying here, one step away from denying free speech and making it illegal to be queer. 

Those rigged old social systems recall a time of greatness that never was, cajoled and targeted audience are pursued by the now baying mob.

The creature golem, showmen and fraudsters spin words of vileness to dictate, tapping into uncertainty to fill the vacuum that they create.

Snakes and viper's slither, disco, dine at summits to debate, while traumatised civilians, police and armies battle out their very fate.

Are we rushing to the end point, when instead we should enjoy the ride, lets balter, un- gamely, joyfully, and curtail this jackboot stride. 

This sadness it’s so overwhelming and the storm it still gathers pace, with the wrecking ball of inhumane leadership, are we witnessing our one true face.

Just as the butterfly knife is deceptive, with trickery in its winged blade, and despite our nurture of culturally evolving, it appears nature's destruction is man made.