Aria and the seraphim wouldn’t downsize

The settling of a capsized love affair.

The earth was a sickening

Ingratitude was ripened

Attackers were sleeping

Speech was alone in the homes.

Pluralism was the meant force

Dick force was eradicated.

So erectile dystopian dramas distinguished the finales

Of

fun.

Films were functional

Until number 1 

The awards show

The glib glow

A look back at the crap cast.

What was given back?

To the spak attacks of Jacob’s house

Who paid for the informers?

Prayers were shared

And the Priests were blessed

The mightiest fists

Awaited the highest Weakness

Africa in Distress.

Theirs is the dress one fails to impress

AI Summary

Your poem opens with Aria and the seraphim refusing to downsize the wreckage of a capsized love affair, the earth sickening as ingratitude ripens and attackers sleep while speech sits alone in the homes; pluralism was meant to be the force, and the old masculine power — the “dick force” — is eradicated, leaving erectile dystopian dramas to distinguish the finales of fun, films once functional until the awards show’s glib glow looks back at the crap cast and asks what was ever given back to the spak attacks of Jacob’s house, who paid for the informers; prayers were shared, priests blessed, and the mightiest fists awaited the highest weakness, Africa in distress, theirs the dress one fails to impress — a final image of a world where suffering is visible, beauty is ignored, and the structures meant to protect the vulnerable collapse into spectacle, bureaucracy, and silence.