Vacant gazes of the rank and file
Minds in atrophy
Surging numbers of indifference

Do you exist
Or appear to be


All of you
Brimming with this stale life
The dream is over

The dream is dead this time

Your dream is dead this time


Sunken faces, shallow listless lives
Currents of lethargy

Detached masses, in their sleep
Recall the anguish
That once sustained