World wants to boom, make that mad scientific thunder
cause fresh conflict overseas, over small degrees
of difference, with indifference here - wonder
if I can hit that Powerball? Suffer disease
of hope, mundane bureaucratic routine not bad
in grand sense, but happiness too tied to the ill
logic effects of conditioning, leaves me sad
without reason (literally). Empty hearts fill
with whatever bombards them, propaganda shoots
through all the world's corners, booming through minds hollowed
by wishes (goals without plans). Booming world recruits
re-generation of soldiers, fatwas followed -
freedom fatwas, free yet dumb, I heed duty's call;
still I wonder if I can hit that Powerball?
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