People of Darkness

They move in secret, cautiously, these people of only one way. Trusting in the blinding dark suspiciously defiling the hopes and dreams of yesterday. Detours they avoid abruptly retracing every step, too fearful of today. People of darkness live secret and alone, what are they afraid of? Trembling at discovery and being found and known they chose a path different than our own. Whispering from displaced forgotten ghettos hiding truth in an unrecognized libretto. Their fears are all they have. They breathe quietly, as lost and angry old and young, devourers of life while on the run. Speaking cryptic radical determined thoughts as in their minds, the world's battles are fought. Agony,distorted faith, they claimed they’ve turned it on and when least expected, they are in hiding ,gone. They are the lost and found in every town. They plan and scheme in their restrictive silence not saying aloud but veil what they really mean Resting only of necessity to remain alone and hidden as they cry and shout hypocrisy but spread inhumanity, A condemnation for all eternity drifting on the seas of ideological emptiness and deeper lies.