Forensick

At night I listen to the sound of the animals,
Sleep has become a rare commodity it seems.
I understand now that there are
No limits to what you are capable of.
You don't even see it yourselves,
The news anchor on the TV set
Talks in a neutral voice about rape,
Murder and this weeks weather without
Change of tone
It seems that nothing matters
As we close in on the turn of the millenium,
Violence and commercial breaks
Has become the opium that used to religion.
Fuck you, mankind.
You're so ugly, so vain.
The language of brutality is all
You seem to understand,
Bloodlust as long as it's someone elses blood.
To fuck, suck, eat and shit.
Breeding has turned into a pastime,
Death as recreation...
You are no better than a pack of hyenas,
The sight and smell of someone elses
Pain and misery makes you feel good,
Ensuring one more day in safety,
Decimating the odds that you or
Someone you love is going to get hurt.
Well don't fool yourself,
You're not safe, not in this world.
All you are is collateral damage,
Presumptive headlines,
Expendable meat for the
media hounds,
Statistics and forensic reports for
Some brainless fuck to drool over on the internet.
You are royally fucked.