Elucidating Questions

At the end of the crimson hallway is a mirror that sits as if it is part of the wall, the only light in a hallway that is only red where the light of the mirror can be seen,

One sees not themselves within it, but the light of war that humanity carries and hands, back and back and back.

At the end of the hallway I stared into the mirror out of confusion and disinterest. Disappointment in the eyes of the mirror of the wars of humanity.

The fight is what was manufactured, that oddity of hearing “tell me” and doing as one is told, without writing the subject of the story into the pages.

The one in the box, behind the glass of the mirror that is a window to the one who controls it, wonders when the last time this kind of thing happened, what was taken and given.

Feed it, the monster in the cage, the red one, the only one I feared,

Until I realised that in refusing it, I was stepping out of the line of humanity.

Tapping on the glass, the glass taps back. I want nothing from it, the bottled up emotions of billions.

And yet anger comes fleetingly and unless well deserved is always regretted seconds later,

And realising that a fight, and a war, are two very different things, one can be seen, one can be fixed,

One is the end of countless numbers for reasons never fully explained until too late.

They don’t fight for their homelands anymore, this isn’t invaders and self defense. This is humanity forgetting humanity.

The beast beyond the glass is not war, it is calamity. The scratching of the claws on the glass, the other side of the glass.

The glow from the mirror, is the hope that keeps calamity at bay.