Into the Throes

[milo]

"At this stage of History, either one of two things is possible: either the general population
will take control of its own destiny and will concern itself with community-interests,
guided by values of solidarity and sympathy and concern for others;
or, alternatively, there will be no destiny for anyone to control. "
- Noam Chomsky

Into the throes of competitive domination we are thrust
Inhumane forces directing human relations without and within
Putting deep desires on hold in order to survive
Barely alive as we continue to thrive, excessively it seems sometimes
Renting our lives out in exchange for existence
Insistence on deceiving ourselves into a comfortable prison

this is actually abysmal. The phrasing and faux poeticness is so overt and ill-contrived as to make it cringeworthy. There is no imagery at all. Poetry isn't what you say it is how you say it. This is all rhetoric.

Quantifying life with monetized wood pulp product

this right here is the worst faux-poetic construct I have read in a long time. "monetized wood pulp product"? We call it cash. Call it cash for god's sake!!

An abstract construct directing the potential of you and I
Into spiritual strife; so too the poorest and richest
When culture is commoditized to fill profitable niches
Manufactured grief, like a cancer, has spread
Into usurped lands stained indigenous red

it is interesting that you mention abstraction in a stanza that has the following abstractions: construct, potential, strife, poorest, richest, culture, riches, grief and the following concrete nouns:land (actually, this is abstract too as it is lands)

We are aliens on this planet yet it is our only home
We do not live in the environment,
But on a labyrinth of concrete, synthetic stone
Linear grids perfect for policing a numbed mass for there is no place left to roam
Our relation to the state is based on violence based on force
Hidden by corporate myths and advertised lore

Humanity is being filtered
The "good" separated from the "bad"
Dissent within work or education is not to be had
Spectatorship is the new favorite pastime of the nation
For when we are watching instead of participating
Those with power have free reign to dilute mass perception

If God gave us this planet why don't we accept
The duty of protecting it from those visibly inept
A god doesn't have to be real
It can be a metaphor for attaining the ideal
A zeal or passion or insistence
Of harmonious existence among human beings

That does not mean nobody should die
It means only acceptance of the essence of life
Which we consistently avoid with malignant annoyance
Trading true freedom for "security" and convenience
We did not mean to take this path but were led astray
And must redeem ourselves if we wish to remain

it gets worse as it goes on.This is a list of abstractions and faux-poetic concepts shouted at a reader in the most convoluted and over modified way possible. Sorry I can't be nicer. i am actually moving this to mild, this is in no way writing that is ready for serious critique.