Illusionary

Search for an answer without a purpose.
High and low you yearn for a sentence.
Lines delivered from fog so thick.
For this silence is lingering as if it might stick.
Persist beyond its current confines.
Breach a cordon if one were defined.

Empty these streets and back up as far as you can.
These signals are growing without a helping hand.

Stand guard as if something could step forth.
Forever and always hold this particular line.
Drawn in the sand if it existed.
What would happen if this entity persisted?
Do we back out and initiate a program?
Or should we accept that it won’t be gone?

Empty these streets and back up as far as you can.
These signals are growing without a helping hand.

Break out or paranoia might come.
Side eye judgements of labelling others scum.
Is this whatever dwells in that fog?
Maybe we’ve crossed into misunderstood.
Slapping on labels that do not even fit.
Purely so we can have an excuse to exorcise it.

With hands stained and gory.
Our brains functioning poorly.
Eyes blurred and heads in pain.
Firing into this mass with screams in vain.
Fog clears to reveal we’ve slaughtered again.
Bodies litter, showing no malice.
They were us and we cut their chance.
Brother on brother, sister and mother.
This is what we do to one another.
Creeping across and killing those who don’t agree.
Always on the cusp of a murder spree!