A Far Cry

A far cry                                        4/6/2016

I had it in my hands

The prefect words to write

But they slipped through my fingers

And have all gone away. 

Just like the sun dappled memories

Of a world long gone by

Protected for a time

And dissolved before my eyes. 

Death seemed so far away

And so also the hatred

As we slept in our altruism

Two oceans away. 

The streets were safe

And we could play without fear

Far from the ugliness

In the darkest heart of man. 

But what we forgot

Was how much it took

The sacrifice of generations

To build and sacrifice. 

But while some sleep

Others are awake

Selling us out

In a hollowed out shell. 

Leaving us all

Atop an empty husk

Propped up by nothing

And ripe for a fall. 

An inconvenient people

Who could learn to question

The morality of public falsehood

And private plunder.

Each one the same

The two sides of deceit

Pretending to compete

Over pre-selected spoils.

Hoping against hope

That we will never awaken

Lulled to sleep

With bread 

And a circus.   

But he who searches

Might also find

That we are already sacked

From the inside out

And the outside in. 

If you have not seen it yet

Then you will see it soon

The acrid smell of smoke

Rising up in a column. 

The dead cry out

For someone to hear

Savaged and forgotten

With nothing left to lose

And nothing left to fear.  

A far cry away 

But only down the street

Just waiting for us live 

Or all die away.