The Shattering Swarm

This ceaseless world

Taunting and terrifying

Never lets loose 

its grip

Bird at the Barbican

Vultures abound

Who make no sound

Like a waterfall torrent

Or just a drip

Faceless monsters

In evil rectangles 

Seduce, sympathize,

Swarm

You are nothing to them

In their desolate dens

Desperately searching

For a better life in some form

How sad they must be

Playing pretend

In a world of imposters

There is no end

To lies and sins

They take so many shapes

To death and destruction

Where are our heroes in capes?

Where right is wrong

And wrong is right

There is no shame

We keep going in vicious circles 

Round and round again

With no one to blame

And everyone at fault

This hate for each other 

And love for ourselves

Will only end in tatters

As the whole world shatters

Where deep in its core

Love ultimately delves

But is shelved

In a shallow place

Always wanting more