Wednesday, September 18, 2013

The Compliance

In the human silk factory
the weavers do as they wish
kisses of stealth upon their treasures
thieves plucking feathers
ensuring no more flight
they unravel the bloodied yarn
whilst crowds gather and applause
satisfied that their own clapping hands are clean
the garments are made
the parade begins
no camouflage needed with so much acceptance
'let's watch as each praying mantis takes a bite
for the heads that are rolling should never have been there
and now is the good fight'
but the people forget the coat needs many threads
a shroud upon the nation
with each name obscured