Looking Daggers

Looking Daggers   3/2/2015

Like a mosquito

Staring at our neck

The takers latch on

For their food and drink.  

Senseless and blind

We forget where we are

Shooting out of the box

And into the black. 

Unafraid and unassuming

We are fodder for the flame

Ravaged, consumed, and discarded

Dumb till the end. 

We nodded our heads and listened

Because, it was rude to rock the boat

And obnoxious to resist

The acceptable consensus

Popular and dumb. 

The fair weather rebels

Only attack the vulnerable

The same old familiar targets

Safe and docile.

But where are they now?

And where is their courage?

Now that the consequences grow

And the punishment certain. 

The punching bag is bloody

And staggering around the ring

But he is more than what you see

And stronger than you think. 

He may go off script

Turn around and strike

First, last and always

Courageous and deadly. 

Backed into a corner

The best always comes out

Especially for the humble

And the good.   

There is no doubt

And there are no accidents

As the demons are unleashed

To rape, torture, and kill. 

While we fight over nothing

And punch at the shadows

The real evil laughs

And kills more and more.  

Beware the hidden motives

Like a dagger in the heart

Staring straight through us

As expendable bags of flesh. 

Cutting us down

And cutting us up

To take what others built 

And call it their own.