You opened up a world of possibilities
of hopes and dreams,
and yet you closed them again.
So far no voices can be heard here
except the hysteria buried in the screams
of lost souls as the black-clad men
drive to take them away for good.
Thousands of desperate bodies violently suspended
by a rogue thought... feeling...
Action.
But yet the cameras do not cut away.
And the only thing severed
is the connection between placid touch
and helpless look of desperation,
until all that remains
is broken fragments
of a once beautiful creation.