The Process Or Kafka's Dream Part 2 (Revised)

The assemblage of PEERS rooted; row after row of cinema seats held them, in conformity and order, waiting for the main event; part of a cast of characters, yet to be determined. Scattered, slouching, sleeping, separated, white, black, old, young, male, female; all self absorbed, without discourse. No one mingled, no eye met; each individual psyche lost in mindlessness, shields firmly in place. In this place of punishment, power and perversity; the sacrificial lambs of democracy wallowed. The hollowness of the hall, mirrored the hollowness of the statement, “A jury of PEERS?” The stained acoustical ceiling and fluorescent lighting, added a further touch of the sureal to the corps ensemble. How on earth in this nation “Under God?”