A Subtle Violence - Daylight Dies

Vacant gazes of the rank and file

Minds in atrophy

Surging numbers of indifference

Do you exist

Or appear to be All of you

Brimming with this stale life

The dream is over

The dream is dead this time

Your dream is dead this time

Sunken faces, shallow listless lives

Currents of lethargy

Detached masses, in their sleep

Recall the anguish

That once sustained