A thousand voices
Screamed their outrage,
But I could not understand the message.
Something to do with “debt”.
I thought of large, angry predators,
Tigers defending their cubs
Against a still invisible machine,
Whose engine roar overwhelmed all.
Yet the cacophony seemed self directed,
As though those myriad voices
Were demanding they sacrifice
Their lives to liberate their anger.
Occasionally one voice rose
To rally the throng, offering a solution
To the maddened assemblage,
One that demanded obeisance to the devil.
The crowd would cheer,
Then retreat to mumble in uncertainty
As to the proposition’s efficacy,
Before reverting to an incoherent chant.
In an awakening state
I realized the crowd’s message:
They wanted more!
But first they demanded a victim.
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