SOL #17 Leader of the Light Brigade

The rights and the left’s

don’t go.

All traffic halts

for the parade of flashing lights.

We all share the same end,

eventually,

the leader of the light brigade.

The beginning of the end.

Not even the reds can stop us.

Every onlooker allows us to proceed,

there’s no ceasing now,

just the gentle stop and go.

But the go is quite imminent.

And onward we move.

Everything that’s natural

is broken.

No abiding by the rules,

as it maddens the rest,

who carry on

with their untouched lives

without a second’s thought.

And the ones trying to intercede

come up terribly shocked,

halting us

to no avail.

In the end,

you too

will be

leader of the light brigade.

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Written during a funeral procession of a loved one and edited today.