Mannequins of Power

by | Feb 11, 2012 | Poetry | 0 comments

“Will this be the day, will this be the hour, not knowing where or when.
No enemy to face no ally to trust, like an extra in virtual reality,

“Only this is for real”

Treading softly on streets of sand, little progress being made.
Appreciation of a sort from the people on view, though the taste of fear hangs in the air.

Sinister shadows hidden from the light live out their parallel existence.
Watching for weakness, preying on doubt.

Who can the people trust? Who will bring the peace so painfully earned?

The shadows promise change through strength in unity,
We adapt for the “Powers that Be”

Will the day ever come, when normality returns to a mind crushed by the weight of expectation?


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