Downfall Collective

Can you imagine being okay with the way things have ever been? Always a new collective attempt at our own destruction Fight for the last marshmallow stick in a forest fire Can you remember the last time you saw a bridge That wasn't also someone's home? For the left behind and down out of luck While up above, a surplus of vacant second houses Keep pulling up, but those old bootstraps keep getting stuck Reckless. Sightless. Careless Reckless competition renders us Sightless to the reflection of our Careless lack of empathy for our Hopelessly degrading population A fanatic cult, money is our god For whom we give our sacrifice each day Our minds and bodies, our time and talent, we just give it away Just to survive, yet with our lives we'll surely pay We need help, This culture is only motivated by the distraction of wealth Not by community, not by progress, not by health Our social fabric, a cheap plastic caste of itself As we descend to our impending coup de gras, let's leave the ending Skip the last page, put the book back on the shelf Is this system for survival just a symptom of our parasitic self?