Room 101

Room 101  10/02/2014

Spheres and Cylinders

Bells and Serum

No one will see

And get out alive. 

If you listen

You might here the screams

Coming from the street

And shrieking in the night.

Some will turn off their lights

And others will muffle their ears

Each hoping that someone else

Will do what must be done.

We turn our heads

And we look away

From all that is uncomfortable

Or risky.

Unemployment, loss

Exile and ostracism

The things that can happen

To those who speak

Keeping us compliant

And keeping us quiet. 

But what of the others

Bloodied on the street

Savaged and dead

Because of cowardice

And indifference. 

We sit in place

Uncomfortable and dumb

As the temperature rises

All around

And everywhere.

Even the dumb

Can be good

And even the insane

Can sometimes be wise.

But evil men

Make no mistakes

And even what appears random

Is carefully planned.

Action or omission

It matters not to them

As silence is the voice of complicity

Over and over again. 

But the courageous uncover the truth

Looking under and behind

To determine

What can be found.

I sit and I listen

 To all of those around

Spinning their wheels

Over nothing at all. 

Wasting their time

And wasting their breath

All over the dumb

And all over the dead.

The truth hurts

It has hurt me

And it may hurt you

But that is only way

Anything ever gets better.

Some may lose

And a some may lose it all

But there will always be more to gain

For the willing

And the courageous. 

We have been waiting

But there is not time to lose

As we all sit and ponder

The dawning horror.

Blow the trumpet

Loud for everyone to hear

That this day

You have had enough

And the answer is no.  

Welcome to the room

Where we all wait to die

Alone with our nightmares

True at first sight.