Suburban Nightmare (Headlines #1), poetry by @naquoya.

Day 27 of 100 for @d-pend's Poetry Challenge

Suburban Nightmare (Headlines #1)

Suburban brick offering sheltered hope from the long arm that proceeds and disturbs, though it says protect and serve. Like an Orwellian nightmare, where language is at best irrelevant and at worst something to discard with brutal force. Like the disabled man in the suburban refuge trying to cope as best he can when even the insides of his head make little sense. So how then to make sense of the outside of it?

Why do some torment the helpless? Is it psychopathy masquerading as protection, in the form of insistence upon following their rules? The demands to respect an authority that bathes in its own vile stench of insanity and hatred. While true peace is shattered and fear invades; While the disabled man is thrown to the ground, beat up and hosed down, laughed at and disgraced. Even filmed for a reminder of the conquest.

This is the news that greets me today. In a world that has enough evil lurking in shadows. Sometimes that evil walks out into the light without fear of consequences and spits in the face of every man and every woman who actually care about the state of the world.

It happens all the time, I am lead to believe. I have no trouble believing that as I am blessed with a cynical attitude towards those who would seek to rule over others, even if they call it a public service, or doing the greater good. Because six baton blows to the leg of a disabled man minding his own business in his own house never disturbed my peace.

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