Anhedonia

Scientists declare there is no soul. They dissected the bodies and found no trace. A boy staggers through blood and bones, Charred flesh covering half his face.

The pundits promise that we’re good, As long as the numbers don’t decrease. The Dow jones goes through the roof, A starved girl dies in the street.

The politicians throw up their hands, There’s no choice but to spread democracy. Troops deployed on foreign lands, Their murder disguised through bureaucracy.

The sky erupts in golden stars As people celebrate their freedom. Vacant eyes watch on behind prison bars Awaiting trial for no crime or reason.

A man lies at home alone, Closes his eyes without a sound. He used up all his insulin Waiting for the trickle down.

Waiting, like we all are, For another coin toss election. For more promises but no action. For our history of mistakes To never end, to loop again

And again and again.

Until He calls time.

Our non existent souls

Dragged

From our throats.

Wishing

We could go back

And maybe

Try again.