| The Aftermath of the Night Before I stepped outside this morning after a long night The air was dense with smoke All around me, stark in appearance, a horrific sight Funeral pyres in fields, the smoke begins to choke The sky is gray and heavy As tired figures drag their catches All the time more, making many And then they light the lifeless objects with matches Doused in kerosene, they explode in flame I step back in shock What, for this bizarre onslaught, do I blame? As many more figures come with their guns, which they cock The last few unidentified figures wonder on But are chased, shot, tackled and beaten Barbarism on display, in my face their flashlights shone Their tempers hot and furious, their sense of reason eaten It is unexplainable why in such a society Men such as these can stoop to the viscous meanings Of those who do not knowingly or willingly follow conformity And are unable to offer intellectual gleanings This moment passes slowly, yet still quite quick As the final shambling corpses fall and die The sight and smells make me sick And to further my survival, I no longer have to try |