A Peril Against Civility

In the dark allies they hide with the muzzles of their guns and fly bullets with people screaming for safety out of dazzle. Reading long speeches in suits they wove out of patriotism and deception Greed, vanity become values they cherish as they suppress guilt and shame with valiant valediction. In these times when bread dearth, they match in their stripes without pity for their kind The cologne of commiseration they refuse to wear. Days when we strive to survive rather than live When the echoes from the cries of children tremble hearts and wails from pain send down rain They leave nothing but hide their eyes from their feelings so as not to look behind With the minute wash of red stains off the streets and the digging of holes carved for the continuum of evolution. All is well in their minds as everything that is after is what they painted it be If only there were spaces left in their hearts for themselves they then will acknowledge there is no hiding place from mortality. But the inevitable escapes them and they exchange calm with smoke from the barrels of muskets engaging men we trust who replace it with endless noise from the fire of fire While mosaics are made of tears they sit content with their souls silhouetted against the very place they once knew as home. Laughing heartily at deeds they presume as chivalrous and their superiors patting them like dogs. With no remorse these ones are programmed to pester tranquil As they are assigned their next and prove their loyalty by wagging their tails in submission But men who dream of pouring hot coal on ice just for the fun of it will verily see the turnout for the prayers of the oppressor will never submerge that of the suppressed.