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