Their Tragedy/Our Tragedy

Cars moving back and forth, buzzing by
Quickly, fast,
People this way and that,
Gazes transfixed, the next meeting
Today's new purpose,
Always the same, always mundane,
Private minds for all their worth
Engaged in moving an object from place A
to place B.

Gears moving, wheels turning, waves through the air
Zipping through here and there
Empty metal canisters moving with empty flesh inside them
It's not our fault really
We had no choice
It was our saving grace

(We were told it would be good for us, save us, and we believed, but our faith was shattered again and again repeatedly, and blood was spilt in the name of the sacred, while our women were caged up by old fabrications, and our trust was betrayed for the sake of a game, that you said you were above, that you said you had tamed. And when you sat 'round a table, and made up the fables, by which blood poured and kept minds in the stables, it hurt us so much and we still feel the pain of the lies and deceit with which our souls were slain. And when those few men came through with what was glaringly true, who in God's name sought answers to your locked up lies, you threw them in jail and made their lives hell, and made them 'fess up to your fairy tales. But your cover ups didn't last, and we all got fed up, and we kicked you out and took those men up. But we didn't realize where it would take us, and now we feel lost, our hearts aching for more, we just didn't realize, we just didn't realize... we just didn't realize...)

That we'd turn our souls into something so absurd,
We didn't know they'd turn into this,
We didn't know we would turn them into our machines, our comfort, our hope.

Insight gives a better prognosis in emerging from psychosis.

But my looking glass says we're going to the rubber room.