The Fear

The Fear-
A poem

I am eating peanut-butter from the jar
and I don’t like it.
Actually,
I sort-of hate it.
Peanut-butter makes me want to gag,
especially in spoonfuls.
I feel the same way about bureaucracy.
The way our system has been unconsciously sculpted
innately self-destructs.
But who wants to pay attention?
Here we are, “A human alarm system” and many of the T.V. People in our world
Still
tap
snooze.
They sometimes awake groggily,
Wide-eyed
And whisper: “oh, shut-up!”
And return to their favorite program.
.
We stand
with our signs, silently crying,
sometimes
even chanting intentionally, potentially
inspiring mantras
and not denying.
The curtains close.
The handkerchiefs are passed around.
We don’t make a sound.
We whisper
frustrated,
yet compassionate and
empathetic secrets.
Passing them, (our thoughts and feelings)
from ear to ear.
And suddenly!
Roaring again!
In our “idealistic” (somewhat realistic) cheer!
Attempting to awaken all from
The Fear.
Roaring:
We are here!
We are here!
We are here!
For you
And me
And we.
See?