They sip their drinks, laugh at eloquent
phrases. Every surrounding object gleams
with the novel approach of a recent
addition. These people take comfort in their “solidified”
position, but in these streets, something stirs.
The night awakens in interest and
the stars watch overhead. It started with
a promise of change. Bourgeois origins
fall and crumble at the feet of the old
proletariat. Those who have risen
succumb to their deepest fears an slip in  
to the dark abyss once separating
and mindful gaps are destroyed and expelled
as the people rise together as one.
Their hands raise into the air and extend
their grasps to uncharted places, unknown.

People embody the term “enigma”
So eloquently and perfectly that
A change in atmosphere approaches as
They do. We forget that these people are
People; these people look like distorted
Projections of perfection. We forget
That inner turmoil troubles us all and
Can make up more of our total ‘self’ than
We wish it to. We forget that “people”
Aren’t really people - they’re monsters in wake.
They lurk and skill in the darkness, waiting
To be discovered, exterminated.
We are all monsters who forget sometimes,
The importance of simple kindness and,
It’s implications because we are too
Busy hiding. Hiding in cramped places,
And in the open, we act as shields from
Both others and ourselves. The problem with
A world full of monsters is that there are
So many of us that we have become
Anonymous - unrecognizable.

We habitually allow ourselves
To consume to our hearts content without
Remorse for others. Gluttony takes from
The needy and gives to those who do not
Need. The poison of greed snakes through our brains
And ignites shallow thoughts, calling to our
*****, and we reaping to it in actions
We call “commodities” instead of a
Luxury. Greed is the cancer of the
Mind, and we are all sick. Medication
Has no implications on this illness,
And there is little in ways of hope to
Find a cure to this madness we indulge.
Ravenous in our practices, we call
Ourselves the “superior race” in vain.

Silence stills, time stops
Her limp body floats above
Deep water, leaves afloat