The Unknown Poem by Brigitte Perrussot

My first step was slow and steady.
I walked in a room full of battle field minded personalities.
I was lost for a second. No polygraph lie detector reasoning nowhere.

My inner unqualified stress forcing me to feel the goodness of others in a room is darker than the Polaroid film.

The drum sound of my heart beat at the moment could even wake up the dead.
I looked around to the faces never seen before.
I promised to never let down those who had the courage to try this bradawl assignment life make us face daily.

Days after days, our identity started dissolving from our lively body firmly.
Weeks after weeks, new strength pressing hard the core of our insecurity, forcing us to believe the revolting of our society where human behavior is now becoming pusillanimous.
Months after months we become individual of numeric numbers of so called reborn society without fear, heart or soul.

After a while, we became that robotic machinery operating only with remote control.
Now with joy and fulfillment we graduate from the University of Victim Evilness with high rank of destroyable first class.

I hold up my PHD of Lost Identity, Mismatched Conceptions, Bloody End Results, Fearless Pursuits, and Unforgiving Demands. We became first class human right thieves in the name of our Country. Now we must work on the world's fortitude and disdain.