Unfinished Business

It’s as if the 20th century refuses to die:
A zombie dissatisfied, hungry for lives.
It don’t relent, we got nowhere to hide.
We pause, push play, hit rewind, watch it rise
and drown right back into the ground.
Who’s lost, who’s won? This Life’s an app
we can’t put down.

Right and Left tearing a cleft,
pushing reset, tryna break our necks–
starin' at history we can’t forget–
until we look it straight in the face–
see our minds in its zombie eyes–
to tell the truth 'bout all the liars,
so we can recognize that we can’t move on
If we’ve got unfinished business.

2018.05.11