• Monday morning

    It began
    a constant hum
    cold sticky liquid pollution
    it seeps
    into the minds of the people

    a moment passes
    the pollution spews from their mouths
    like an air-borne disease it spews
    contagious
    capturing minds unknowingly

    refusing to understand the truth
    a buzz of noise I will ignore
    The ringing hum becomes a dull
    murmur

    shuffling tapping scoffing
    wet shoes spew
    Leaving a trail of grey
    quietly floating as a ghost
    I pass unnoticed
    thankfully

    climbing the mountain of slimy
    grey brown sludge
    I march with them
    to fight in a war of education
    awakening only once the destination has been reached