"Systematic Strain"

"Systematic Strain" 

The fear is out.
That means the ear is out of frequency.
Public indecency in the form
of a profitable norm
that we have yet to recognize
and I've no reason to sympathize
with the often uninformed.
This ignorance is uniform.
You don't need case in point.
You are the bullet point,
the frame of reference
and the evidence to support it. 

Recall when anthrax was purported:
Still couldn't pay the taxes
and the stamps still aren't free.
That envelope was for me
but you opened it anyway.
Threw mayhem into the fray
so the government had to say
it was an epidemic manufactured
under the backers of biochemical warfare.
There's always war somewhere.
The canisters and casings in large amounts
are only days away from the bank account. 

Fear is profit for malevolent means.
Dreams become nightmares.
Despair much more tangible
than the hope we cast aside thoughtlessly.
A world of fortune found in the notion
that we can't survive the scare
or we can't go anywhere
for sake of being quarantined:
taped off like a new crime scene
and it will be the headline.
There must be a deadline
for dishing out decrepit dissemination.
They claim to inform the nation.
They want to "keep us in the know"
while they show those tears
instead of saying show no fear
and be intelligent about it all. 

Now we sprawl
and crawl
and run away
and say "GET AWAY"
to those just as misinformed as we:
lack luster personalities
who could care less about your fear
or your tears
or the outcome.
They sneer and watch the crowd run.
Did more with proclamations
than a burglar with a handgun.
They'll claim the truth in a joke
just to watch you choke air back,
throw on masks,
tie your hair back
and dust off the safety goggles. 

All the while, powers that be
toggle between powers that free
and messages that enslave the gullible.
They know what trends look colorful
and make no amends for
how the media presents it.
Resentment in every social media post
about a contaminated commercial flight
followed soon thereafter by fright or anger.
The newsroom your manger complete with
a trademark social networking pacifier.
Proud supplier of mass hysteria. 

An area reserved for research
has become bogged down in t-shirts
and collectibles and banners
and a walk to cure breast cancer
and an ALS donation
is an ice bucket demonstration.
How well tracked are all the proceeds? 

I'm done with tact so let me proceed:

Gimmicks noosed around your neck
when you could just cut the check.
Controversial yearly omen
and you know nothing of Susan G. Komen.
Years spent on research and development
and we've yet to reach a settlement
concerning a sufficient timetable.
When will the willing become the able? 

Locked away one day
will be the remote controller
strategically set to Ebola
along with Anthrax
and other shock value relics
like venereal strains reportedly discovered
in a land where mothers cling to
the corpses of their fallen
and we're all in to find a cure
in countries where the water isn't pure. 

I speak not from the realm of conspiracy
but rather from the angry hearts
and minds of those of us
who will not accept the norms.
Don't give me medicine until it harms
and must undergo a massive recall. 

We Call You Out NOW. 

We are not encouraged
by your medical trials.
Our loved ones are out on a fringe.
Someone may fly off the hinge
after a binge on your fear filled vials 

but I will break that syringe. 

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz