The Human Stampede

[The Lukewarm]

Clocks are ticking,
swift,
mercilessly.

Stepping on each others,
whatever it takes.
Big fishes eating the little ones.
Food chain.

Too early to get concerned,
too late to help the others.
Each for himself.

No heart,
just a muscular organ
for blood pumping.

No feelings,
just chemical reactions
triggered by hormonal disorder

Desperately willing to be on the right path
when they aren't.
Ceaselessly believing everything is gonna be ok
but it won't.

Raging ego fights.
Paranoic solutions,
to paranoic situations.

instability
insanity
brutality
irracionality...

normality.

[PortugalWillie]

Your ideas are good but I feel like they're under developed.

Too early to get concerned,
too late to help the others.
Each for himself.

You say it's too early to get concerned but to late to help others. To me that doesn't make any sense. If the problem isn't even worth getting concerned about yet, how could it be too late to help others? How could others be hurt, but still it's too early to get concerned?

There are a lot of little ends I think you need to clean up before this a really good poem. Don't get discouraged though, I'm only telling you this because I think it is worth.

Why did you say 'blood pumping' instead of 'pumping blood'?