Weapons of Mass Paranoia

A poem

A vortex of hyper power
ran through their heads,
inebriating as it has always been.
They called the north south
and the night day.
The rest of us simply wrote them
a blank check.
They call hindsight 20/20,
but it’s only where hindsight exists.
Their eyes have never gone blind,
neither have their souls though they are dark.
And we just listened to them
and with our whole heart gave them
God’s blessing,
and with it we gave them our children
—true victims of mass destruction.
True children
who’ve idealized the hype
served to them by our own hands.
They are first-hand witnesses of the destruction,
we are the first-hand victims of
the Weapons of Mass Paranoia.