Devils of worry
Swallow care
Cripple the mind
Murder smiles
Increased pace
Insatiable
Filled full with emptiness
No love left
Hyper-consumption
Feed off the other
When empathy sleeps
We’re living dead
Compelled by prospect
Reluctant to share
Scraping for self
Merciless conquest
Brazen action
Shameless hoards
No room for the alien
Build the wall
The last have the least
And deserve their station
Charge ahead
It’s every man for himself
Move or be moved
We’re on assignment
To rape the land
And forget tomorrow
This drive
This eagerness
This vacuum
This void
Flung across our faces
Wrapped around our necks
Binding our hands
Suffocating compassion
We are the devoured,
Baptized in covetousness
To become one
Servants of flesh
The collective Devourer
