Total Despair

I have seen the Count of the Dead.
I imagine each life gone as one more in a
Give-a-thon
Until the goal of total despair is reached.
I live in a new world
Where things I can not see
Bounce around and are me,
Threatening me
with mutually
assured destruction.
Certainly in empires there is no joy to gain,
Surly not for Spain,
Just ask Lorca.
And the Turks and the Romans and now u.s.
Is greatness a thing so overcome with greed
that now all we sow are GMO seed
left standing by from lawsuits passed as laws
by suits who have never felt the need
to feed their children so we are dying
until they reach their goal of total despair.
Crying,
‘Give ‘til it hurts’
to this charity – complete with celebrity
and music, but not for our pleasure
but their treasure in copyrights.
But they are we, though we can’t see
the back of my head,
our backs are blind to them
because we spend our time
in the eyes looking forward
to an existence of self imposed peril
while they spend their time looking back
on opportunities passed.
And I worry
that we will only face ourselves
in a mirror
of total despair.