Scissor Hold

I don't want any applause. 
Think. think on 
what I have to say. 

The morgue is full. Still 
the bodies were arriving, of 
all the dead innocents. 

The son, daughter, mother and 
father and grands. 
What rituals you want to do― 

to honour the departed, or 
praise the killers? 
The rigged notes on paper speak of mendacity. 

Between the primates, man 
was becoming the beast. 
The stone, sculptor and ghost are one.