we are gathered here
today
to mourn
the loss
the death
of Character
once a virtue
once of value
now lies cold
from loneliness
severe neglect
shunned to nonexistence
Would no one listen to his
cries
of the language of spirit?
The call to heal
to grow?
He drowned in another round
over the counter
under the counter
washed down and out
For the lights were too bright
the high-res screen too powerful
the lust for comfort too seductive
the smiles too false
the illusion too pretty
the money too fast
dishonesty too easy
the party went on and on
while we are numb
the doctor operates
dissecting humanity
to an empty shell
of wasted lives
Who will mourn him?
Who will miss him?
Maybe one day
we will wake up
and see the enemy
we've been sleeping with?
Or will we pour another drink
and jump back into bed?
