Path of White Bags

White bags line the room,
A man walks inspecting them,
Many are around him working,
He can almost smell the delightful,
His little green friends with signs,

A loud bang goes off ,
Men in black storm the room,
Fears swells up in the man,
The man runs away in opposition,
The raiders appear from the lights,

Valiant men burst in front,
The man stops and laughs,
Black dressed men surround him,
He spits at their faces,
He is brought far with lines,

He appears now in the room,
A room filled with rows of chairs,
Simply put in the center of it,
A large chair with a table,
The room is alight in flashes,

Now the man stands defiant,
His devil advocate with him,
Stacks of papers beside them,
Scorn from the right side,
Excited sounds from the outside,

A grim awakens the crowd,
Pictures with bags brought forward,
The grim's scythe now swings,
Man now is now utterly defeated,
A balance is even yet again,

Man is to live in a new home,
Barred by iron and misery,
Light enters in stripes forever,
Grey controllers pass and grunt,
Gritting of teeth is the pastime,

Now he is preparing  for a finale,
Masses of people sit and look,
A chair is there in grey with locks,
Two controllers pull the switch,
A last laugh exits him ending it,