They line up <br />Like Spartans <br />At Persian gates <br />The air is crisp <br />Icy fangs bite <br />Into their flesh <br />A flicker of light <br />Bodies tense <br />The doors open <br />An explosion <br />Of screams <br />The stampede begins <br />Two bodies fall <br />No thoughts of helping <br />Just a couple more bodies <br />They don’t have to <br />Dodge <br />The flashing lights <br />Glint off greedy eyes <br />The shelves become bare <br />The consumers <br />Run home <br />Plug in the new TV <br />Virtuosos with the cords <br />They turn on the first channel <br />A news report <br />Two people dead <br />Trampled by a mob <br />Their faces so clear <br />On the big screen.<br /><br />Cory The Alchemist<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/faceless-9/
