Pale Death of Renewal

Death strides
empty streets
alleys littered with corpses
life so empty
downfall of mankind
so easy to orchestrate
only takes a few
sheer stupidity
always outweighs sanity of many.
Few have been saved
few will return
to rebuild an age
of harmony
of peace
of tranquility
done with removal
of those who longed for war
longer for ultimate control
their time is no more.
Charlatans helped
spreading lies
pretending voice of God
spoke directly to
dictating truths
used as vile weapon
utter disregard
yet still looked upon as saviour
why heads in the sand?
Pointed fingers
wicked whispered word
one here
that one there
come together
plots exploded
now the world is calm.
Under brilliant stars
first night light
aux natural
beauty long forgotten
finally to return.
©Aug. 3/20
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Garrulous Regent

head in hands
watching headlines scroll passed
one t.v.
two t.v.’s
so many
with so many different stories
all saying
pointing to the same thing
proving to nations falling
warnings not heeded
ominous omens
lead to dissolution
lead to war
lead to nothing.
Saviour of the Century
cried upon the corner
magic to flow from fingertips
greatness shall reign
greatest sovereign in recent history.
Platitudes roll
spinning through air
translucent in truth
dust motes upon sunbeam.
mouth in melted moue
wailed anguish
baby like tantrums….
People just don’t like him.
Everyone is out to get him.
He was great why could they not see?
Never to acknowledge
fault for disrepair
living in fantasy world
where all love and adore.
When faced with reality
with those not respectful
terrible twos in an elderly man
ugly sight
his vanity panned.
©August 2/20
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