Democratic valuables

Democratic valuables

There are dream worlds

Hellscape utopia’s

Inspirational videos

People with smooth skin

Paler than white

Voices to fall asleep to

Waking up eventually

Lost in time

People who disappear

Into the background

Whisper in dark corners

Shop at night

When the world sleeps

Gather wool, in spite

Of the efforts made to move

Them along,

Sit stock still

Alone on an island

Abandoned

Cast away

Covered in a cloak

Of invisibility

Minding their business

Afraid of monsters

Under the bed

Feet tucked up

Below their chins

Nursing bad habits

Sweeping the area

For disease

More of us than them

Whoever we are.

I was not among the firstborn

The foresworn

Who disagreed with the distribution

Of possessions

It is no excuse

Was strung up.

We were all allowed to stay up late

When the war was won

Cleaned out the dead wood.

Is that what you were told

By the scribes

With the power to write

A story

In their own words.

Make me an island

A bed in a tree

I have seen the error

Of crowded thinking.

People with little to hide

But themselves

Wearing a disguise

To keep the truth from

Leaking out

Dead behind the eyes.

There is nothing in my glass

It is as empty as the promise

You made

Even in my dreams

It would be hard to imagine

A less hospitable place

Than under your wing.