Yelling fire in a crowded theater people say, as they yell plague in a whirlpool of austerity.

What a joke and not a funny one, as supply lines fade and poverty slopes down the slippage ensued.

Who will look at damage aside from narrow sighted pride bundled tribalism.

Security first as the poorest thirst out of view on a path maybe some once knew.

What will we do, what have we done, has it even begun, did it end yet.

Echos through time chewing the rind of our mind, heart towed behind untended.