Needle In The Red

"Needle In The Red"
2014

Acknowledged differences.
Collected and suppressed until they begin to distort.
They become fuel for the emotions.
Moving the needle toward the wrong kind of darkness.
With potent fumes that alter perception for the duration of exposure.
Mouths like motors running.
So busy revving and roaring they don't take time to breathe.
Navigation showing the same old path, with signs, they don't take time to heed.
Carefully selected turns, show others where they should never steer.
Strapped in tightly to their positions,
Adjusting their mirrors to better see their fears.
Reflected.
My, what fools we are.
A few hundred years of tunnel vision, have left the cyclops behind the wheel.
Seeing things in only black or white, while knowing shades of gray are real.
While letting road rage take control, we scream things better left unsaid.
Is there surprise that blood is spilled, when the needle's in the red?
Years from now, our children will wonder who, was really in control of us?
And why people still feel the need to tell a soul, where to sit upon the bus?
Don't they see the demons roaring round the bend,
Or will we be driven off the track?
I guess love and understanding are on the set of keys we lost.
So we just can't unlock the things, we are never getting back.
Sleep well, Eric Garner.
Though the world has failed you twice.
Now we truly know the cost of things,
For which you have paid the dearest price.