The Event

 

 

                                                                ‘Is this all you want of people?’

 

 

     Someone said something to me about ‘family,’

about how they felt as if insult upon them,

   I took a good look around and thought,

     we are all part of a family here,

        even if cloaked from knowing each others origins,

     we are all part of one humanity here,

        what makes your family a family and never mine,

             or even understanding, we are only six people away from knowing one another?

 

I look upon this site and know,

   they are very ‘keen’ to place people in purgatory as,

        ‘they do love our prison poetry!’

 

     We are all being deceived,

we know not whom the medicine men,

   ‘we’ do know the gaoler!

 

     Our deception has us cry more and more, and more and more

in my rear view mirror we are in tears and sobbing in single occupancy

   vehicles – tracked and on way to hard labour,

       ‘it is all, hard labour.’

 

     “Be careful, we are here at risk of overtake from an alien race.”

 

     But the alien race is here and many different races at that,

    many from further than just this ‘Milky Way,’ - many a Galaxy

  sponsor our goldfish bowl dropped off in a vast ocean with only a

mirror on the outside of glass to conceal our presence, many here -

   dropped off for programming or inquiry as to DNA,

         like an invading army the village removes itself to the next

             where it is hoped the next domino can home us for our fatigue,

                   such, be our mental state, ‘(all, is a disgusting scam),’

                         as the stars have us know we are number 51, like Roswell.

 

What people do not understand as anguish and anger, despair and

   depression becomes us,

        that alien, may be a spirit being now gorging itself

            as it sits in situ around this very globe,

                our anguish as it strives to see all our Galaxy die,

                       the fruit of its hate.

 

          ‘we will, be another portal to and from the spark, closed off and darkened.’

 

                      “Let’s see how this bio-form

‘performs’ in combat environments!”

 

Michael j Waite. 11th April 2024. Another dead, another forgotten and more-so, for knowing.