Dissension

Look a break in the weather,
Let's go for a walk,
While it's sunny!
Hands get the coat and scarf
The head make its voice heard
Better get the new boots,then.
It must be muddy, it rained all day.
The feet stop, stomp their ground
New boots? The hands fetch them
Look here, nice and country like.
Why can't we have the suede ones?
They're very elegant and comfy.
No, says the head it's all wet outside.
Try these instead.
The feet squeeze in the boots
Too tight, with those winter socks.
Yes, its compeer echoes, too tight,
I'm sure I'll get bleeding blisters.
Sorry, that's the only choice you'll have.
Either you walk with those or you don't.
In that case we won't go.
Unfortunately for you, you don't have a case
In decision making. So are you ready?
The hands take the keys,
The feet encased in the new boots
Follow with reluctance.
It's going to hurt says one
I can feel it, my heel is chaffing against the boot.
My pinky toe is squeezed,  replies the other.
Be quiet, the head is heard saying.
Silent dissension reigns.
Oppression rules despite all.
The feet are not happy to go home
Limping and bleeding, they were right,
The new boots are too tight
But  who want to listen
To one's secondary appendages.




Lucette C. Bailliet ©