The Nero Generation

by Samuel De Lemos

This world is so ‘effin’ crazy,
We’re about to elect clowns
as presidents. People we trust,
wearing blue will shoot first
then say, ‘the death was undetermined,’
‘the officer felt threatened’

Things have changed,
the dollar’s value is not worth the paper
it was printed on. We create Middle
East monsters, then we send our boys
to bleed on uninhabitable sand dunes—
looking for weapons that don’t exist.

I’m not sure that the checks and balances
are working? We’ve let ourselves become
meek little fish in a see through bowl,
swimming without a care in the world.
Yet, the world is on fire and we’ve become
the Nero generation, singing and writing odes
while our cities burn.