Not too late

Lanes still fresh from blunt of hash.

Flames are spreading, we are   still on crash course, we are still drowning in ash.

Shallow graves  flooded by souls on lost cause.

Nose bloodied. Bodies battered. Dreams shattered.

Underneath city of lights.

Sights becoming blur.

Colours evaporating from all around. 

Cloud of desperation covering over.

Hysteria taking over.

Hovering over like predators.

Agitators are winning.

Spinning the truth.

Tainting it to maintain, sustain certain of degree of control.

Prowl over the place for next victim.

Next enactment, next banishment.

We have become casualties of their entertainment, amusement 

Placed under legalised confinements.

Subjects of a duopoly.

Simply the collateral damage of a power play. Engagement is practised as leverage to Confuse the sight of carnage.

Goliath and leviathan rains their sins on us, the masses  passes hate but it not fate,

It's not too late to stop this narrative of predestined fate.