Everyman Outnumbered

Coldness that has settled in below the ramparts,

its wind gasping and howling

along this causeway to disappointment,

triggering lost traction on the wet glass of reality.

Now the sun over the yardarm turns its face away

Nuclear winter is close to clutching civilization,

with grim prognostications broadcast every hour,

optimism wears only a thin coat in this tempest.

Everyman outnumbered still struggles

against forces of greed and selfishness converging,

not in plain sight but not yet revealed.

Any remedy you try gets there a little too late,

in spite of unlikeliness, they queue up like lemmings,

with cheap plastic masks disguising endemic fatal apathy.

Throwing dice without dots, still pretending to win,

 until failure is asking around about your fate

What begins with utopia mostly ends in tyranny

traditionally riding in on artificially dark horses;

None of this deters the failed saint of progress

once useful heads on browbeaten shoulders

with a shocking display of lament .

Regime hitman swaggers in, garrote at the ready,

but soon realizes he has been cheated;

democracy has been dead now for decades.