Not discrete, just effete

We grind in daily strife absurd
opaque our faith & locus
Reality banned, vision blurred
all jarringly out of focus

We’re distracted by games of fantasy
with noses on screens ubiquitous
sunken in political apathy
to power elite obsequious

As we woefully bray
behind foul a bellwether
aren’t we deserving prey
to perish all together?

As we’re pretending be discreet
while we’re just cowering effete?