The Watchers
Day by day we pass by
without even a clue
to the thoughts and the dreams
of the seemingly few.
They watch from the windows
as the world marches on,
and wait for the moment
when we will be gone.
You've seen them yourself,
standing stoic and tall,
patiently waiting
for us humans to fall.
And when we are buried
then begins the new day,
mannequins everywhere
will all have their way.
They'll step from the windows,
walk out of the stores,
ready to inherit what
was once mine and yours.
Will anyone listen,
are my words all in vain,
or are we the dummies
at the end of our reign?
Copyright © J. Summers | Year Posted 2022
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