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?