When did we forget

Why did we turn our backs

How did it come to this

Did something

And nothing change?

 

Was it bureaucracy

That changed us?

Or was that simply

An excuse?

 

Do you hide behind

Your paperwork

Does that make you

Deliberately obtuse?

 

Can you absolve

Yourself of guilt

If you don’t look me

In the eye?

Is it easier to lie?

 

Have you become a robot

In this age of technology?

Is your heart made out

Of silt?

 

Do you think

That I don’t see you

Are your particles

Too small?

Is that why you forgot?

 

You might choose to ignore

Your biology at source

But may I be so bold

As to remind you

It won’t be a pretty

Fall

 

You can hide behind

Your keyboard

You can cower

In the halls

 

But the truth will

Always find you

And in the end

I will be the one

Who is left

And walking tall

 

I beseech you

To connect

Before It truly is too late

Listen to your heartbeat

Take a moment to pay

Homage to this human

And show me some respect

 

I will meet you

At the graveside

I will watch

As you draw

Your last breath

 

Please don’t arrive

With regret

I implore you to wake up

See yourself

For what you are

 

Now’s the time

To make amends

At the door of death

There is no barrier

The grim reaper offers

Nowhere for you to hide

 

I have no interest

In the letters

You so proudly

Add on to your name

I have no understanding

Of why you walk

With such a false sense

Of pride

 

There are only

These questions

I will ask you

At the end

 

Are you proud

Of your achievements?

Did bureaucracy

Protect you?

Are the walls

Your only friend?

 

I urge you now

To remember

That you are human

And ergo

You have to die

 

The power is all yours

It resides within your soul

I’d like to stand beside you

I’ll throw petals

As they lower you

Into the last bureaucratic hole

 

You can choose the decor

I will paint with my

Own hands

Tell me,

Will the music call the angels

Or has the devil

Sealed the deal?

 

Look me in the eye

Tell me you are happy

And ready to die

Removed from all reality

I will call on Lucifer

I will look him in the eye

And I promise to deny

I ever knew you

 

As he takes you

To the underworld

I’ll serve him with the papers

Signed and sealed

With proof

That you were never real.

 

C.K.22