Future Unknown

Frivolous
dance on the greens
succubi leap
satyrs plies
jumble of horns
pipes
leading the lascivious
hidden behind the golden veil.
Debauchery
mask of solemnity
shown to the world
ripped free
drunk from the fountain of greed
sated on the bones of the poor
unwanted
undesired
save for man’s glory.
Rumbles begin to grow
voices raised in dissent.
Daises beribboned in scarlet
thunderous condemnation
for the hordes
(peaceful protest)
dismissed as foolish
uneducated
ignorant of truth.
‘How dare they compare
decide 
they have the strength
the inborn knowledge 
such as we
to make wrack and ruin 
of this glorious world’
Pious bastards.
Sanctimonious bitches.
Banal words spoken.
Hush the populace
this is the thought
unoriginal as it is.
Awaken.
Lay at their feet no longer.
Pull down pretenders
who would lay waste
decimate
until…..
©July 20/19
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Untitled Poem #7

Talk talk talk
circle around the truth
stories told
embellished
lies believed 
until they become a part of history.
 
Since time in memoriam
men have written
rewritten
retold
tales
changing them to make their wrongs
their ills
their evils
appear to be sane
intelligent
judicious.
Steamroll over anyone
who disagrees
argues
disputes the facts
nay
of men
who believe they are
saving a world
they themselves have destroyed.
Earth trembles
lave explodes
mountains fall at their feet.
Oceans are polluted
spreading disease
eradicating species
while searching for the almighty dollar.
A time will come
people will rise
overturn
rescind
the privileges given
to these obsolete dinosaurs
spouting
greed
industrilization
money money money.
As heathens of times passed
burned at the stake
heretics
who demanded more
better
services from those who were in charge
so too shall great men fall
while the world laughs at their fate.
November 17/18
Photo by Samuel Zeller on Unsplash

Undecided

Daintily
picking her way 
stepping over bleached bones
skirt held up
as though she was curtsying to the Queen.
Ballet movements
graceful
hands on hips
glaring around
‘Who is to blame 
For this mass genocide?’
Standing atop the crumbling mound
bones collapsing into dust
the unlucky ones who were caught outside
when the bombs came down
flesh seared from bones
mothers bonded forever more
with their childrens cold corpses.
All were warned
all were told there would be a price to pay
if the situation was not altered
but continued unabated.
The walls were built
silos filled
with more grain than they could eat
cows
pigs
horses too
all saved
to repopulate a world
destroyed by….
greed
war
famine
drought
pestilents
overpopulation
the list goes on and on.
With no one person to blame
fingers point….
East
West
North
South
no one will be responsible
no one will claim that wrong had been done.
Instead
slithering
undulating through the shadows
speaking in whispered tongues
the beast waits to make it come all undone.
She stands alone atop the world
eyeing the devestation done
she will become the hunteress
cleansing the world of sin.
A fierce battle will occur
with a winner as yet undeclared.
August 28/18