When first upon the scene he did burst
no one could foresee
the evil
the horror
the degradation
he would call down on them.
History.
Time on repeat.
Children held in crates
families torn asunder
belittled
berated
wanting only to have a better life
to soothe the bruises
broken bones
damaged psyche
born of cruel men.
Flagrant is the disrespect
the vulgarity of honor
underlying rules
broken with no regard
other than
to fill the coffers of the rich
while denying the poor
basic sustenance.
A country
once strong
once seen to be the cornerstone
the foundation upon which
everything else is built…..
falling
descending
to the pits of hell
where the beast waits.
We have done this.
We must take responsibility.
We,
the people…..
must take a stand
proving that bigotry
racism
hatred
are not the norm
but the exception……
Tear away the faded curtain
peer at the silent whore
crystal tears falling
her slow death rattle
filling every corner
every space
no escape
no relief
a new reality.
©June 25/19
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Great one!
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Thank you. 😊
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I like the power in this and, as they say in your neck of the woods, I approve this message. I like this side of your anger very much 🙂
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Thank you. To be honest I like my dark and angry poems the most. 😊😊
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Yes, dark is definitely more mysterious and comes with intrigue. I like it when I have no idea whatsover what my next piece is going to be about 🙂 🙂 🙂
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I never know. I get a word or phrase and off I go. 😃
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Sing it, Sister!
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Thank you so much. 😊
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