Safety
An image of foul fancy plagues me.
A crowded desert of concrete;
I see it all through artificial eyes of the old giant;
Argus, though none sleep now. No songs lull.
Wild eyed, we speak silence and
steal though the dullness into obscurity.
'Speak not, lest pain inflict’.
The spoken mantra of irony, clawing into the hearts
through pages printed long ago; meaningless then,
more so now, and yet, the echo is stronger than silence.
Bars of cold iron restrict all sense,
bitter Vulcan jails us all.
We give our lives, that we may live.
The eyes care not, seeing only one, and nothing, eternally.
And in the shadow of the monument
in whose name all this was created,
the people cower: Safety.
(2015)
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