Sound and Fury

Flitting darkness and bullets lighting up the night sky like Christmas lights we used to hang before our safe microcosm blew to pieces. The air we breathe smells of destruction and the gunpowder of neighbors we once called enemies but now use all the oxygen in the room to pray for, lest God take us as sacrifice for being untrue to our words of thoughts and prayers. Moments of silence and salutes to a waving symbol of indolence and laziness. Blind eyes suddenly saw when the fire returned and turned the blue and red into bruises and blood. We carried a big stick, but they took it and knocked us at the knees and watched our bashed heads roll on roads paved with people underpaid and overlooked. But now we see them. We see each other and plead for each other like the world pled for us, but we didn't come just like no one will come now that the mighty have fallen.