The “Before I Die” wall on 14th street
We are the United Sheep of America.
Hearded together by the wolves of aggression.
We stand together, unafraid.
Face-to-face with the bullies of society, gone too far too many times.
We are unforgiving.
We are angry.
We are grim.
Reaping what they have sewn.
We are the black hooded figures of your nightmares.
Armed with a scythe and a book with your name in it, written in the spilled blood of the innocents.
We are coming for you.
You will not see us.
We are all around you.
A legion of “suspicious” solidarity.
A mass of mistakenly identified aggresors.
We do not want justice.
You’ve already sacrificed that, like the lamb you’ve sacrificed to whatever god you pray to.
We do not want vengeance.
That is not ours to claim.
We don’t want your apologies.
We don’t want your forced remorse.
We don’t want any thing.
We want everything that you have to give just so that you can feel as stripped as we feel now.
And we are waiting….
It’s hardest to process thoughts in the deafening roar of a tense silence…
With your own heartbeat and the last words the other said ringing in your ears you try your hardest to grasp your sanity amidst the buzzing.
The space between immediate reaction and finding a response is an infinite supernova.
You can’t allow them the last word…but you can’t allow yourself to act unchecked…
You’re too logical for that.
Nothing good comes about when emotions allowed to take hold of bodily controls…
With clenched fists and a set jaw you’re easy so set off
And volatility has the uncanny ability to manifest itself through you…
