The Colour of Dissent

The colour of dissent
is not supposed to exist.
Even if it did,
would they care to see?
But when the lights go off
what eyes would you need?
Choice is a paradox
in times like these
You'd better learn to wield dissent 
with your hands tied down.
Watch your step
you may tread into waters
Waters filled with moss and murk
where light drowns in little Brownian dances
Oh did you know these waters
were meant to cleanse your heads and houses?
Or that they rear pet sharks beneath
taught to chew off heads that dare to resist?
If you feel a chill
creeping down your spine
remember 
that it has nothing to do with winter.
But should winter come here
it would have us turn to wolves
so we'll stay in packs
watching each other's back
and fight through the disconnected dark
with sockets spitting streams of sparks
For in darkness we shall turn to light
It is then that our fires burn bright.

Picture credits: needpix.com

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