Gang.

another experimental. social issue one....i dont know where it came from, but writing it really made me think.

Freeze.

 

The cars and rubber burn in a shade of charcoal black.  The thunder of the voices screaming in the pack.  Bodies of skeletons storm and dance into the night; scream give them all a fright—take it, own the night. 

 

And here you are

Screaming into the white.

 

Freeze.

 

Down, down, down onto your knees.  And they say.  And they scream back only fools say please. 

Hear the tires screech.  Here the voices screech.  Here the beat of your own heart           Screechscreech.

Dare you give in to what they teach?  The violence that they preach?

 

While you are here

Screaming into the white.

 

Freeze.

 

But it’s just a voice inside your head that’s fighting back.  And there is no use no use they say fighting against the pack.  Should you find yourself Caesar-stabbed in the back.

But the poison makes you want to sneeze.  And you can feel the throbbing already—in your heart and in the wobbling in your knees.  Makes you wheeze, wheeze, wheeze.  Is a man responsible for the evil that he sees?

 

While he’s

Screaming into the white?

 

And perhaps no one is listening.

And perhaps someone is.

And maybe too—maybe someone hears.

And maybe someone cares.

 

Freeze.

 

Reviews

[Legion]

A valuable message and question all throughout. This applys to some many times throughout history (such as the fervor of the Third Reich) to the gangs of today in our own streets. Well done. (Although, personally I would do away with that sneeze line or change it up because it makes the poisonous nature of this situation seem nothing more than an allergen or minor irritant.)