Countdown

Comes closer by the passing of days,
Slinking around the corners of our sight,
Often recedes into mist and haze
Never recedes within fear’s permit.

Another idiot compromised, another life spent,
Ignorant of the ticking clock, spread wide
Amidst Distraction’s toys, ignorant of the subject matter
He drawls toward the inconclusive,
He steers into a chaotic norm,
His speech deceives his own conscience,
He rides an invisible wave,
He weaves his own quilt, and
He writes his own eulogy.

Approaching from the East, it rises.

In the West, they shudder and run
For cover within deserted lands,
Their greed eradicated by fear,
Their fear fed by their disregard.

It comes and strikes, it takes lives,
His lies allay the blind,
His words amuse the deaf,
But those who watch are triggered,
Those who read are outraged;
His eyes, witness to all, cannot hide
The fear of the inevitable ticking
Whose silence marks the end, their end,
Our end.