Waxing

Waxing                      9/25/2015

If the world is a stage

Then how are we played

As we watch every rehearsal

Over and over again. 

Wax men and women

Memorized their lines

Predetermined jabs

Back and forth

For entertainment and fun. 

Preplanned and insincere 

The plastic statues gesture

Regurgitating sound bites

At just the right moment. 

They pretend to argue

And they pretend to debate

But all of them are the same

Bought and sold

Dead and dumb.

If someone told the truth

Would we even believe it

Engineered with guilt

And accustomed to fear. 

All eyes would be upon them

Dripping with hatred

Daggers drawn

Behind the curtains.

Pushing levers and blowing smoke

Our eyes follow the screen

Mesmerized by the spectacle

Of excess and narcissism.  

Feel the true hatred

And see from where it comes

Just waiting for the world to tilt

To do what they will. 

Beware when it happens

Once the critical mass is achieved

Stamping out all opposition,

Creativity, and belief.

Woe to him

That lacks the courage

Abandoning the courageous

To die alone. 

And woe to those

Who hide in their wealth

So afraid of losing

That they never live at all.