Terminally Different

They came in silently in ones and two.

To discuss a matter of priority.

It appeared he was lost. This was quite true.

Though not a member of a minority

“He looks like us, he is like us, he's ours“

They said with shocked disbelief and passion.

For there were no tell tale symptoms or sores.

Yet he acted with none of their fashion.

They circled the bed in their flowing robes.

Hoping to find the problem or the cause.

But no answer was found with their sharp probes.

“Wait”- shouted one loudly with a long pause

“It's education! He must be a fool!”

But with inspection this was proven untrue.

For he had attended quite a good school,

And yet their messages would not go through

They thought they could save him.

They thought they could change him.

But with a gasp he cried to the provokers,

“I stand with the unions! I stand with the workers!”

And in that instant all present knew.

It was over. His heart had bled through.

And the colors were red, white and blue