Society’s Death Sentence

"We attend the funeral of Fairness after experiencing the stinging abuse of injustice." Graphic by Grace Higginbotham
“We attend the funeral of Fairness after experiencing the stinging abuse of injustice.” Graphic by Grace Higginbotham

Hours seem to turn to seconds,

Yet drags on for what seems like centuries.

Coffee flows in our veins,

In a poor attempt to stay functional.

Papers clutter the table tops

Snack wrappers piled up in a corner.

Pens, Pencils, and highlighters

Slowly dying as they touch countless pages

 

Pain digs deep within our skull

As our brains begs for the sweet relief of sleep

Letters form words

Words form sentences

Sentences form ideas

Ideas that take form on stapled sheets of paper

Papers that deals out the cruelist of tortures

 

We hold our breath

Waiting for a simple letter.

Letters determine numbers

Numbers determine the path we lead

The path may continue to the horizon

Or burn in the forest called Failure

We attend the funeral of Fairness

After experiencing the stinging abuse of injustice

Words are our chains

Numbers are the crushing force on our shoulders

A burden we can never rid

Until we join Fairness in the ground