Minority

In a peaceful state, with an inbred race,

Where the minds of the majority have no face.

There’s an ominous glow and it feasts and it probes,

And it baffles the construction built with sweat and woe.

 

There’s a voice a screeching cry,

Too high for ears encased in joy;

These are few, these are clean,

Have no sense of the obscene.

 

It echoes over rooftops and it penetrates the ground,

It sends with it a shadow, licked with malice, guised in power.

It knows no sense of reason and encourages to hate,

Preaching peace achieved by war, using children as its bait.

 

It will rip through minds of reason,

It will tear out what is pure.

Causing doubt, creating chaos,

Pressing on, wanting more.

 

Agitation drives the many, segregation settles in,

The shadow moves among them and feeds upon the sin.

They look now for a leader, they curse their fallen land,

They criticize each other, their heads are in the sand.

 

Too many sides among them,

Confusion running high.

A soft and shallow light

Brings an answer to the sky.

 

As they stare, this is clear;

No more doubt, no more fear.

Follow one.  Hear the voice,

No more love, no more choice.

Red is black.

Day is night.

Go to play.

Stay and fight.

Drink and sin.

Sin to win.

Kill the dead.

Fight with kin.

 

Stop.  Shout.  Scream.  Yell.  Beat.  Strike.  Whip.  Kill.  Fall.  Sink.  Flag.  Cry.  Mourn.  Rue.  Grieve.  Die.

 

Feeling lax-a-daisy when the truth came trundling home.

A landslide in your memory,

Its warmth, forever gone.