Blind

Pandemonium breaks as the ringmaster
enters the stage.
Dressed in red and black,
he lookes like something straight out of 
Alice in Wonderland. 
Lights flicker on,
Illuminating the stage
in a flourescent yellow aura.
On come lions with clothing,
and elephants balancing on tiny little beach balls. 
The lights change colors, 
casting the stage in a rainbow of color bursts.
The crowd cheers wildly.
Exept for me. 
Me, I just stand there, staring. 
Looking around at the hundreds of people
that fill the giant red and white tents, 
I see not only an audience in the stands.
But little boys scurring from seat to seat, 
hands flickering in and out of pockets, 
as the crowd watches dumbstruck
as acrobats flip and twirl 
high up in the tent, 
with only a few small ropes to support them. 
The children weave their way through people, 
making their way closer and closer to me. 
I shout, trying to help out these innocent people,
but my shouts are lost in the crowd's cheering.
Blind, to their inevitable fate.