Hail The Scarecrow

I choose
to walk
darkened paths
through alleys 
strewn
used needles
broken glass
sad addiction
face of many
ignored by most
eyes blinded
with golden stars
with ease of life
 no notice
of ants beneath your feet
these forgotten souls
lingering upon the edges
the sidelines of society.
Once proud son
pleasing daughter
loving sister
laughing son
forgotten
broken
beneath sordid heel
derision
written now 
on faces of once loved
these souls
forgotten
heeded no more
lost down the rabbit hole.
I see
tears
silent tracks
soiled faces
broken angels
razed 
emotions felt
burning in a world
corruption
blistering 
environment
too much
too hard
too loud…..
I choose
to walk
to talk
to heed
the voices of the silent 
the words of the mute
they see the world
they see our life
in truth
without blinders
without clothing
and they know…..
they know what to fear…..
they know what is to come…..
they know…..
All Hail the Straw man…..
for he comes to take your soul.
 
©October 26/20
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