Behind the closed door rests the open mind
Awaiting the signal it is safe to come out
Hoping against hope it won't come today
Maybe tomorrow, if that would hold sway
We squawk in our caged black and white world
Flagrantly ignoring that gray matters
Scouring our tablets and smartphones and toys
For like-minded thinkers instructing whom to avoid
Both Real and Perceived injustice are spotted
Hiding in plain sight
Look! can't you see them!
Right there, peering out from behind the tree of knowledge
And now they step out from the shadows
Each bringing their supporters into the arena
On separate sides of the ring
Marching down the aisle of indignation
As the crowd cheers them on
Anticipation grows as the fight draws near
Perceived reaching the ring first
With fist held high and emotions aflare
Waiting for Real to enter the glare
But Real is impervious to taunting and screams
For he wears the crown of the champion
Really only showing for the payday
That comes with this display
Now deafening the roar of voices
bloodlust awoken and seeking the righteous victor
Anticipating the sound of the bell
That opens the closed door
Yet the rounds go by and it becomes clear
The opponents, though trying, can not land a punch
Each moving and swaying with increasing unease
Drained of self confidence degree by degree
The crowd is still yelling
Unnerved by the sight
That their own personal champion
Can not win this fight
So the door slowly closes
As the final bell rings
And the winner is chosen
By whomever pulls the strings...
