There is no exclusion;
right from left,
up from down.
We are only here
for a little while,
life and death
breed in us.
Venture to the wall
and see if there
exists in you,
the courage
to turn and face
the firing squad.
Or,
have you been
familiar
with the narrow view
behind the rifle sights?
We are one and all.
One day one,
the next,
a part of everyone.
A faceless
voice in the crowd,
vengeful and anonymous.
Then,
you get singled out,
tribute called,
a thing to be devoured.
Homogeny that kept you,
now exposes a vein.
Watch the crowd
turn on one
of its own.
Nothing goes to waste
in any ecosystem.
We might as well
be honest
with each other,
with ourselves;
there is no reward
for crying the loudest,
or hiding in silence.
Every end
is the same.
The only thing
you’ll be remembered for
is how you took it
when the moment came.
HG – 2021
