Final Straw

[Bunx]

Final Straw 

When all is lost
realities in shambles 
gambles come and gone
a cons terrible rerun.

Hindsight is blindness
to the mundane
which keeps workers grinding
and typicals sane.

Environmental friction
comes in many mediums 
monitors, papers, politicians in places 
shouting lies to knowing faces.

Growing numbers come out
regulars lose and shout.
Telling the King I'm significant too
begging for change.

Living here is like a truth
worse than fiction 
packages up as patriotism
death by devotion sold by religion.

If tears were taxed to the richest 
the well of debt indefinite. 
Acknowledged from the silent
majority who didn't vote.

Rubble there, tyrants here, a world 
watching is dismay. 
Who drew the short straw?
Or did we find our last?