Consequence

In between could and should we forgot,
power, privilege, principle became grey.
Faces pushing till consequence caught,
turned to angry frowns that fateful day.

Flood lights were unleashed in waves,
falling in curtains of unnatural precipitation.
Prying eyes forced into underground caves;
desperate attempts to escape provocation.

People of dust, to dust we soon return,
seeking comfort in some hidden hall.
Each refugee with memories that burn,
wearied till the day they comes to call.

And they do find them shaking in the nights;
with white suits, blank eyes, trembling hands.
With the sudden brilliance of their cruel lights;
caves uncovered yield wild eyed demands.