Why are you sitting in the dark?
Trembling in fear.
As if you have seen a ghost.
From a long gone past.
Your hands shake.
Holding a gun.
What is going on with you?
-The violence.
And the eruption of destruction.
Crime, corruption threatened by 'them'.
Marching for no reason at all.
They're coming. THEY'RE COMING! -
Who's coming?
And from where?
-From the TV.
I turned it off.
Two people were in their home,
That looked like Buckingham Palace.
Said they were approaching them.
The ones obviously penniless.
Poor.
And there the were alone.
Protecting the museum entrance,
Of their magnificent home.
Warning they soon would be near.
And heading towards ME!
With masks covering their faces.-
That's TV.
Produced by a REALITY TV star.
-I know.
That's why it's so...
REAL! -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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