The Example
while s/he was playing the game
following the rules
doing what her/he was told &
living the life of a
good citizen,
s/he was walking evidence of
a system which had worked,
grinding its gears to churn out the
proper amount of
submission,
allegiance &
fear,
which kept her/in check &
the people running things
satisfied,
for what they wanted was being done &
so the story went until
one day, the clock stopped ticking
the way that it had been &
the routine nature of
master & slave
was derailed---
said good citizen found a light
shed on a part of their existence
which had been kept from them prior,
in fact it’s fair to say
they stumbled upon it,
as even those who have perfected
the art of keeping things from the many
still make mistakes, as humans do &
when the mistake was found,
that fatal hole in the curtain allowed
her/him to see right through.
s/he could have kept it to her/himself &
had s/he done so,
then life would stay comfortable,
life would stay the same & the routine
would not be tampered with,
but the conscience eats at one who
holds within them a greater notion of
what justice is & what it means to
seek a better life for all of us while we
are together on this planet---
it will not let one rest,
once the knowledge is uncovered &
implanted in the mind of someone
who discerns its value to be of
great importance to the world---
so the once “innocent” individual
becomes “guilty.”
overnight, the process can take place,
once the curtain has been pulled away &
the powers that be
who don’t like what they see,
will find a way to
make an example
out of this person who
had been haunted by truth &
who felt that if they hadn’t revealed it to
the world, then
they would go mad from keeping it
inside.
locked away in a cell,
kept from the light,
kept from their friends & family,
kept from all the freedoms they once had,
meant to rot to death
withstanding periods of torture &
long drawn out periods of
boredom & fear,
until the heart stops beating---
just as it was meant to be.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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