215

Day 215 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day doryphore 

"a pedantic and annoyingly persistent critic of others."

Discontent before the Law

The Court could not 

Account for the doryphore

At its doors

The army of panel wavers 

In angry bold letters - times new roman, Ariel even Comic Sans

The opulent gowned figures

Could not fathom the discontent

Brewing 

They wanted blood 

They wanted their blood 

There was a visceral mood

To the crowd and they needed 

It torn down 

They needed to see some symbolic destruction

Some reality to their agonies

The men and women in their suits and ties 

Did not see the yowls, mewls or screams 

Though they passed the throng each day 

There was a collective deadening of sensation as though their skin had turned to cobblestone, brick and sand 

The people demanded something

They could not say what it was

They could never account for it

Put it into the necessary terms 

So it remained lost 

Security hurried them on

Official business carried on 

Another day inconsequential as all others.