Turns of Time

Blooded face

teeth bared

feral fear

watch from hiding

all the men

marching through

quiet child

we do not want them to find you.

Streets

once prosperous

once lined with gold

tarred

reapered

crumbling foundation

where can one run?

Men

elected to lead

elected to protect

did what they could

to destroy

to reinvent.

A new world order

not pleased by everyone.

Watching

brutal men

ignorant bullies

with no abilities

other than trying to turn back time.

To when wealthy men were gods

women but chattel

everyone else so beneath them

worshipped

or so they thought

never realizing the heartbeat beneath.

Torn down

marched to the river

hangman’s noose awaiting

any last words must be shouted:

Why are you all

so antagonistic?

©Sept. 18/19

Picture is one of mine

taken Matlock Beach 2019

I have edited and stylized