The gathering has begun.
A ceremony of delightful beasts.
The crimson sunshine once elevated our heart.
But now a thick smog suffocates the peace.
As the traffic lights flicker from scarlet to amber,
You wait for an end to this awful slumber.
Trench lines of scorched Fords with many charred Hondas,
A blistering inferno awaits us, as the demons cackle with their cameras.
The climatic froth simmers towards the surface.
The sewers crust over with such acidic purpose.
This arena has been sealed with our hawkish volition.
A bystanders curse, apathy’s very own admission.
The conjoining of the red sea floods this principled vessel,
As they channel the anger inside, a great tunnelling begins to nestle.
Starved of tranquillity, we’ve consumed our grim fairy tale.
Blamed for playing the victim, their path of villainy is destined to fail.
As the crescendo alights, a mesh of colors fills the air,
Black Eagles and Rainbows descend above us,
Symbols of past and present, giving us that ferocious flair.
To spectate doesn’t simply vindicate.
But with the remnants of reason cowering in the corner,
Our descent to savagery grows ever closer.
Gone is the soapbox with openhearted minds.
We have a new audience of a more evasive kind.
Happy to watch the darkness devour us from within,
“Just in time for tea”, we say. Its the 7pm bulletin.
Jungle, parliament or rally. Barbarity is omnipresent.
The element of protest has vanished.
Their passion for disruption is anything but pleasant.
The guttural sounds of hate boom from this tattered stage.
This war for our minds…was it first fought on the page?
Like puppets on a string, ‘like freaks on a leash’,
We now dance to our own apocalypse, all logic has ceased.
Once the tingly tears have cleared the horde,
And the road has been choked of all hope.
Onlookers cry for more blood.
The search for reason has become a joke.
This spectacle alienates our heart.
Makes fools of humanity.
So the answer is to be further apart?
Now that is insanity.