A Written scene

A hoarse voice in the dark calls all of us forward

Coarse and rough, loud and tough, mouths are shut as it speaks out

"Reach and touch me!" it exclaims

Hearing their mission the reluctant particpants obey

They reach out, forcing their hands into the mist

Calm with open palms, they pull hands back balled in fists

Their skin mauled and ripped

covered in blood it dripped

their attitude of innocent curiosity has flipped

Now their scared

fearing for their lives, got cell phones calling their wives, grab weapons, pistols and knives, swearing to pay all their tithes if they make it home alive

and I laugh loudly as I observe with pain on my mind

tears swimming in my eyes

a headache forming, divide

myself from this scene, I have tried

But ignorance is bliss