Holiday Hell

A woman pulls in
Not a parking space to be found
Cars line the lot
Up to the streets and beyond
Not a spot
But many souls

The store is lit
Colorful enticing lights
Posters on every wall
Christmas music
In the air
Toys and stuff
In every corner

Prices and sales!
Things at half price!
Open all day!
Will go soon!
Buy now, Buy now!
The first hundred free!
A very good deal.
Wouldn’t you agree?

Tent set in a straight line
Like military camps
Stretching far and wide
Tired and cold
Only a cup of Starbucks for substance
People waiting
Forsaking their lives
For a very good price

The woman walks
Her phone does ring
“Please! Get home soon”
“Don’t be silly, your being too paranoid.”
She smiles, then laughs
And hangs up her phone
Its only a store like any other day
What can go wrong?

The sun rises
It peak over the east
A symbol of a new day
But not a joyful one

The employ breaths
Sweat covers his forehead
Looks back at his fellow comrades
One last longing farewell
Hands trembling to the door
As he stares at the masses
Like monsters
Unforgiving mindless drones
Like bees to an unseen queen

The clock tick
Few more seconds
Hearts beat in time
Consumers ready for a fight
Workers preparing for war
No regret
No remorse

The Clock Chimes!
The Time Has Come!
The Doors Swing Wide!
It Has Begun!

Shouting!
Crying!
Screaming!
Running!
Shoving!
Dashing!
Begging!
Stomping!
Tearing!
Lashing!
Swarming!
Trampling!
Pulling!
Ripping!
Fighting!
Stealing!

“It mine, Its mine!”
“I came here first!”
“That’s the price?! What a rip!”
“My child needs it more than you!”
“Finally! Its Here!”
“Move Aside!”
“You don’t need that.”
“Give it here!”
“The Last One!”
Blood is spilled,
Bone are broken.
The ambulance brisk.
But a minute,
A second,
too short.

This is the start
The month of Giving,
Caring,
Charity,
Family,
Joy,
Hope,
Delight,
Singing,
Surprises,
Pride,
Forgiveness,
Wonder,
Gathering,
Laughter,
Love.

A father sits,
Phone in hand.
He know that name,
The news does not lie.

The child waits,
Waits by the door,
Waits for a mom,
who wont be coming home.

Its that thing worth the lives taken?

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