So We're Madness

So I asked my friend to define madness
and he said,
"Doing the same thing and expecting a different consequence"
his words advice.


Upon that definition
came a visualization
almost time hallucinations
of crimes deserving damnation.

Men are imprisoned
from ever perfect vision
because they are unwilling
to search for their life meanings.

It's all about this market
inefficient leaking gasket
that trifles through their toils
spouting devastation to the masses.

Yet they do it everyday
and money spouts away
passing all known reserves
so your obedience they conserve.

With each dollar comes a debt
which no other man can accept
some say ten cents, I, a lifetime
for each enrolling continuing crime.

Allowing these actions teeter on
equivalent to bringing our last dawn
whence we will not enjoy another day
the sun and laughter, or children's play

I want our children to see moons dawn
but they're all corrupted by a clergy yawn
that, or that influential mass media spawn
each fighting for their minds, turns each a pawn.

You know they will not stop
but you lay complacent in your spots
convinced the same will fix it
no matter what time been tested.

So I claim your guilty of this madness
or the definition intentionally invested
for you won't accept this my utter sadness
no matter how much you think you should.

I'd rather die than man's end rise
but I'm wary at what man can surprise
for heroes shine down shades doubt
men can rise, convince before time's out.