Sarah Sharifpour

Hunters' Dance

Day by day

The sun sets somewhere far away
And the night takes hold
The safety of the distant sun’s glow fades out
And terror and unknown truths befall
With savage thoughts
With scared minds
Who could have known?
The painted faces
The sharpened spears
The once civilized children wept with frightened tears
Acting so brave, without a care
Until the night comes round
Then terrified and on the edge
Doing their hunters’ dance, eating the freshly killed meat
That savage dance, that horrid night
When the thunder roared
Came a revelation never heard.


Nothing

Staring out into nothing
Seeing what everyone thinks yet you can’t even see the ocean in plain view
Listening t the bad ideas, the ridiculous comments
Feeling tension grow
Something’s happening, something’s changing
Something’s not quite right
A fight in the night
A loss of sight
Panic, can’t think what to do
If only they would listen
But its too late
Maybe not, there might be hope
To help find some insight
Then maybe they will listen
But why should they?
They never have they never will
Even if they wanted to, they can’t anymore
Lost his sight, lost his brain
Just drifting in the ocean, out into nothing


Burn

Glowing in the dark
The only thing that is real
The last sense of safety
Fire!
Consuming each log
Fire!
Making the only signal
The only hope of rescue
Keeping burning throughout the night
Never let it go out
Fire burning so bright
Maybe it can help you
Sleep soundly all night


The Kill

Kill the pig
Kill the pig
Chanting, whispers, lies
Savages, savages
Painted faces
Worn out, scared obedient
Orders are given
Posts are abandoned
The hunt has begun
Form a circle
Wrestle it down
Make it bleed
Leave an offering, leave it in vain
For the only ones who take it are the flies!
Break away
Steal the fire
Eat your meat tonight
Because tomorrow may never come


Rescue

Hidden away
Buried deep down
Under the creepers
They’ll never find you there
Or will they?
Stay quiet, don’t move around
Hold your spear up in case they come near
No they’ll never find you there but they will smoke you out
Gasping for air
The flames expand
Why is he doing this
Does he hate you that much?
Or is he just insane?
No time to wonder
Time to run, run as fast as you can
Stumbling, fumbling, direction unclear
Just need to . . .
. . . but wait . . .
Who is this standing in front of me?