Low Country Boil

Low Country Boil 6/24/2014

As inconspicuous as I could be

I sat in the meeting

Silent as a stone

Careful not show any emotion

Like resentment,  despair, or shame.

There are no accidents

And all the surprises are planned

Hatched in the hearts of evil men

To injure, diminish, and kill.

A death of thousand cuts,

Starts with just one

And we are already bloodied,bruised

Tired and overspent.  

But still we sit 

In the hot water

Hotter and hotter

And about to boil.

They say you can die of a broken heart

But still I keep on going

As one thing leads to another

Each one worse

Than the last. 

Just because someone says it

Does not make it true

And just because no one dares speak

Does not mean 

That we don't know. 

Something is in the air

Vile and acrid

The smell of a smoking gun

More than enough

For all to know.   

Stand up and look

Because all the signs are there

As everything leads back to something

Deep, dark, diabolical.

It is not man

That made the promise

So don’t be surprised

By lies or betrayal. 

But in all things remember

That to be the hated

Is an honor

Far higher 

Than anything 

They could give. 

Let it go on

Just like today 

Over and over 

Until the end.

Smile on that 

And let it sink in

Because it happened once before

And so it will again.