B315

Perfect lights

lit on a flooding crowd,

buzzing-

buzzing internal hurricanes 

in wordless mouths,

for some it’s 

just fun and games.

Noise filled

with shrivelled silence,

broken-

broken by a feeble voice,

yes, you’re loud,

but she won't drown,

not this time.

Her courage

finally bubbles up,

a nudge-

a nudge to the 

supposed brave,

and the ones 

hiding in SNU’s name.

“I need you to pause”, she says.

Pause, think.

How far will you walk 
this way on your knees

just to please?

Stairs up that stage demean 

the worth of the sky and you,

as you walk up to answer

their futile questions.

A sea of 
eyelashes lift up.

They know, this

is your ‘planned’ undoing. 

A violent gush 
of baseless cheers,

a stage of diffidence 
and of fear.

Defend yourself 

as empty accusations spiral 

back in and lies don the fur 

of naked truth.

Clashing like waves-

waves pushing the others
around and forcing
you to back down.

I can see your ego

silently ripping itself 
apart as you
fight to win.

Fake devotion
to your people-

friends, lovers, kins 
alike. In vain.

A culture of hidden mayhem

games, tricks and melt-downs,

"Where is the coherence you always spoke of? 
The art of humanity slowly fading out.”