Daily Poetry: September 30. 2025

[neurosismancer]

life and liberty
hang in the balance
and the swing of a few votes
madmen with more money than god
their crazed obsessions fueling
another moral panic
as though the burning planet
and boiling oceans
paled in comparison
to a couple million souls
that want to be themselves
lake beds run dry
oceans rise
and storms intensify
while we sweat it out
in the unseasonable autumn heat
of the new normal
all eyes turning towards us
fingers pointing blame
for bodies perforated
by some mans weapon
desperate for justification
tightening the noose
champing at the bit
as we cling to each other
like frightened rabbits
taking shelter in each other
all we want is to breathe
but the world looks away
unconcerned and apathetic
or ready to use us
as a bargaining chip
in exchange for power to squander
and still we try to survive
day after day
hoarding pills and potions
for when times get darker
to keep us going
hoping against all odds
to come out the other side
scathed battered and bleeding
but with our hearts still beating