I became you
And you became them
All boundaries blurred
Between predators and preys
Every role flipped
In a role reversal
Victims turned into proud bullies
Preying upon helpless victims
Me, you, us and them
We keep changing our roles
Going in circles
Irony itself has become ironical
Like never before
I has been replaced by AI
Human by machines
Humans have turned into
Well dressed mannequins
Frozen like zombies
Doom scrolling away
Devouring themselves
Life has turned into monstrous death
In the finest of all role reversal
They feel most alive
When they kill
A movie showing severed flying head
Gets all the screens
While life affirming Space film
Finds hardly a space
Addiction to violence!
Ironically life always wins
Hiroshima and Nagasaki
Didn’t change anything
Cherry blossoms do bloom
And paper cranes are still a craze
Ironically the victim nation
Never built the bomb
It ended the cycles
Of trauma and violence
But the bully nation
That built and used it
Is back with the same flex
Ironically bullies often
Call themselves victims
What scares them?
Addicted to violence and power
They refuse to give up
Their carnal desires
While Artemis II is on its way
To the darker side of the moon
Humanity has plunged
The planet Earth
Into one of its darkest phase
How diabolical
And Ironical!
Mad Decadence 