Rhapsodic Dehumanization

Standing against a sea of black, my face was reflected off shiny plastic gear. Batons beat to the sound of economic drums, intense poundings of policies, shaping the world into a more efficient model. Even without the prescribed pieces of paper we paraded through the streets of Pittsburgh in a game of cat and mouse. Ducking down alleys and plugging our ears as new weapons were tested on a previously untestable public. Outnumbered but unafraid, the demonized drew thin bandannas across their faces and stared into reflective shields that mocked them. A flurry of carbon copies marched forward banging out intimidation miles away from the source of anger and those that dared to confront them are depicted as violent pusillanimous wayward souls that hinder peaceful cashless transactions.