The Pyramid Of Fear Poem by Raj Dronamraju

You don't know who I represent
Nor who I ran away from
Get lost, this will be your only warning
You don't know who I am nor who I represent

Etc. is no kind of weapon to be brandished
You will have to find out on your own how close they look
At every aspect, at all details and all you try to hide
No secrets living under the shadow of the pyramid of the fear

I would sleep somewhere else tonight if I were you
For tools know how to use good people as trowels to scrape off the mismatched edges
Chamber of totalitarian outlets, each one limiting you in a particular way or ways
I can't rest with their eyes upon me

Floating vantage opticon and the patrol you try to shrink in front of when encountered
One light is enough for such a shallow crevasse
Such meager treasure, such threadbare personal experiences
Appendages of bitterness are stiff and rheumatic and handle you roughly

Unseen operators with impossible to ascertain motivations
Don't show them a trace of what you are thinking
Today I reached out tentatively, flinching with expectations of violence
When there was no violence, that was as close to heroism as is possible here