An old man fell victim to pacification
I still see him laying there
body twisted and spent

I remember thinking how undignified he looked

How undignified we all look
when an abrupt transition to violence consumes us

Hysteria in the masses leads to now
leads to whirl winds
leads to fear and pointless chaos

Then we are left with nothing but a burnt out shell
As fragments of are carefully contrived realities begin to crumble

The worst part?

We stand there in the aftermath beat down to indifference asking how did this happen?

Reach for the mirror

It appears the fatalist has won the day

What way is that to live?