A New God

When did it become about bowing to a god

forged in the fires of our greed

corrupt and consumed

with our need for bigger, better, more

than anyone else we know.

When did it become about making money

upon the backs of innocents

collateral damage, that 80% 

never should have happened

when the school exploded.

Children dead and mothers cry

unheard, ignored, left to bleat.

Ewes without lambs. 

Rams without ewes.

Money and pain, 

greed and need.

No, greed and want

consumerism is the new God

bow to this entity worshipped by all.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

November 24/17

Welcome to Hell

It hurts my heart.

An ice cold hand

reaching between my ribs

squeezing,

crushing,

bruising;

and with a taut snap

rips free

the abscessed soul

plagued with hell spawn.

Savage teeth bared

ripping and tearing

at phantom viscera

gorging on putrid flesh

steeped and soaked in sin.

Wracked with guilt

tortured with the profane

I crawl forward,

my hand reaching out

grasping for shattered glass

ready

to plunge it into my breast.

To end this streaming vile

spewing of sensationalized news.

Snarls and roars fill the arena

as demons prepare to roast

the humans who feed their hunger

on the here and now

with no thought to the future.

Pain paralyzes my body

I can go on no longer

I am lost to the hoards

to the vast crowds

who stream through the entrance to hell

complacent in their own corruption.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

November 23/17