Dissension

Silent dragons flare
screaming across the sky
acid iciness raining down
as all do bend
with righteous fear.
Afraid to raise one’s head
to voice opinions true
worried that the axe will fall
and corruption will still brew.
Stare ahead
brow creased with concern
fingers tapping an SOS
as the world turns to blood.
Rivers rising
fields dying
supplies deficient
as spoken promises
spiral through the air
disipating.
As a toddler whose toy is taken
screams and beats his fists
he throws himself upon the funeral pyre
without it being lit.
This horror playing upon the stage
is but a man
and not a demigod
as he does believe.
Once the world is torn asunder
no one left to degrade
sights will turn from unbeaten foes
to enemies seen at his feet.
Scouring.
Killing.
Emptying.
Glee incalculable.
Annihilating
any who dare to dissent.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen