The Blindfold Massacre

Stand all in a line there is no choice for you
not to close your eyes, face the silence and
fear of not knowing what will happen next,
hair on every part of your body in the air, the chill
crawling on you, unbalanced your sway of movement.

The ground moves or is it just you, are you
delusional,where did that moan come from,
the side or is it you,
gun shot, don't make a move, they smell fear,
a wound made in your hand, clench and it bleeds,
forever they give you a pain even if it heals.

Walk carefully, they do not want emotion,
only discipline, mud overflowing what openings
there are in the stitched up shoes, but what are you
stepping on now, don't you dare move that head,
who knows under you may be your comrades.

Every fear that has been in you eyes is covered,
so now they are the only ones to speak to you,
form you, will you harden or break, become
your demons or fake.

Off now they say, except your the only one standing,
all figures abandoned and buildings house no haven,
the speakers hang in the air, tracks of trucks lead
places you would never last, put the blindfold back
on, the bodies are beginning to move around you,
mud becomes darker, a hand is at your foot,
don't speak of safety, cower in the screams crushing
your eardrums, in the end was it worth it to see.