Poetry

This was a troubling concept─ 
to start a dress rehearsal, 
of ethnic cleansing. 
 
Something pokes out─ 
on the tail end of the story. 
There was no heart in the game. 
 
You are driven like a─ 
flock of sheep. The shepherd 
lives in the fortress of slogans. 
 
A placebo effect was quite- 
evident. Everybody was 
drunk on sugar pills. 
 
Unadulterated, the swearing─ 
had become genetic. You start 
walking on the burning coals.