We are not getting away.
The dogs have our scent.
Trapped like rats in a maze.
Every choice is a dead end.
We used to worry
about our health,
about our money,
live in every of each other
watch our brothers,
and we covet every comfort.
Blaze the day,
hot as a flame,
cloistered,
kept away from blame.
No real hurt,
no real life.
Tucked away
behind the walls
at night.
With armed guards
on patrol.
“Serve and Protect”,
but so much better
to keep you in your role.
“Be Safe.”
“Stay Home.”
We never understood
the way
comfort was used
to make sure we obey.
Caskets are lined with satin
and padded,
so the living aren’t afraid
to crawl into their graves.
We used to look
into each other’s eyes
and pray every day
we would survive,
and life had real meaning,
because we were free.
I’m not so sure
what we are, anymore.
Amazed that we came this far.
There is a way
from where we are
to where we need to be.
Come with me,
and see.
HG – 2021
