Word of the Day Challenge #51-Untitled Poem

Wrack and ruin
rise from the ashes
grotesque phoenix
bloated with assurance
with smug knowledge
that no matter how many times you burn
salvation will appear
rising you above the common man
again.
Swords are no longer lethal
weapons computerized
images play out
a black and white television
war fought from safety afar
while men
women
children
are considered a cost of maintaining
the Warrior face.
Sign the papers
do not look
do not read
pass along to those as lazy as ye
sell away everything
for nary a farthing.
Sheer idiocy
brought us to our knees
thought to be subjugated
turned the tables
revolution brought about
rising up
taking back what is rightfully ours.
Pulled from the depths
placed upon trial
public outcry
denial
tried to empty out accounts of gold
flee across seas so bold.
When caught…….
tears
crocodile or real
who cares
you thought to debase
to rise above again and again
spewing hatred
feudal restraints…..
Grand gestures
mean naught
dip into your coffers
pay your due
disregarded
your requests for leniency.
Awaiting fate
slow crawl of each second
tick tock
tick tock
torture
never mind the smile upon my face.
Bell has rung
time has come
hatred never pays
guns will come
let’s play this game our way.
©August 20/19
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