Jungle Land

How do you know the color

Turned on and off

Car headlights create a star pattern

On the otherworldly road

Skin touches the air infertile

Resonant in display

Corrected like language

Amidst icons of diversity

Smash the radio to the ground

Empty shops once vibrant

As the sucking sound of democracy

Feeds the rich at the expense of all others

Cats create a chorus

An ode to emotional strangulation

Force fed on ideas of sentimentality

Insecure robots repeat what they are told

How do you know my favorite color?

Before you hardly knew my name

Now you seem so sincere

So incredibly sensitive

Robots do what we tell them to do

Fill us with security and remorse

Like the tides which covered our cities

Where the wealthy hid their faceless children

I think of Jungle land

Where we once stood still

Waiting for the winds

To carry away our memories

Time recedes and uncovers the past

We the people who remain

To pick up where the ancestors left off

Carry on the ultimate search for destiny.