Craving A Cephalalgic

War in the eye of the hungry, in the battlefields
And in the eyes of the commanders behind the lines
Evolution gone to hell and reckoning the yields
Of civilization, on vacation, too out of it to read the signs.

A mis-functioning sucker gene undermining with schemes to load every roll of the dice.
Flesh and blood grinding in symphonies of trained intellectuals
Proud of the defect that allows them to rename their vice.
The Sesame Steet cooperation model perhaps ineffectual.

Or used selectively in networks to keep resources legally owned by boneheads who play by the rules to keep things in the hands of the few
And getting fewer, proportionally , by the hour.
War just an unfortunate but necessary component in the equation when too many of the many get mean spirited and want their due
And thus the vinegar after taste of power.

Trapped in the jaws of logic rationalizing the demagogic,
Crawling towards the exit, raving , and craving a cephalalgic.