On shoulders, we stand

On shoulders, we stand

There is a ceiling

They beat against it

Dash themselves against

The smooth glass of it

A wall of noise

A demented wailing

The sound of screaming

A broken dream

As real as any nightmare

Brought upon themselves

The little darlings

Falling off the edge.

The earth ends

In a sheer drop

We are myth

Lemmings faking suicide

Breaking the bones of tradition.

We are many

Strapped one atop another

Afraid of failure

Scrabbling in the dirt

Tearing out toenails

By the root

The mud and blood

Of our neighbours

Drying on our hands.

Humanity is a razor’s edge

Nothing to get fussed about

We are all the same

When it comes to survival.

Falling into the holes

We dig

Pouring through the cracks

In our design

Floating on the water

A dead sea

Some of us will drown.

It is survival

The tallest stand

Heads held high

Feet apart

Standing on the backs of the fallen.

Oh come all ye faithful

Is a battle cry

It is a fever pitch

Humans are a bitch

But some survive

Live to tell the tale

In their own words

None of them are true

If they were

We would do it differently

Next time.