Music Monday - Song Nine: Amerantropoid - Dead End Dub Metal by +Deafboy Deft

To be -- in but not of... 

Operating under self-imposed
sensory deprivation of all
but the very tips of one's fingers,
the masses fold
into the convenience of consumerism
staying within the safety
of technological advancement--
the secure separation
from direct contact with others,
with nature,
and with oneself.

When waters rise,
walls crumble,
and guns fire--
when even the most processed of foods
become scarce,
who will step forward and
out into the rain
leaving behind
those who will simply stare
slack jawed
at a blinking cursor?

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