Word of the Day Challenge #51-Untitled Poem

Wrack and ruin

rise from the ashes

grotesque phoenix

bloated with assurance

with smug knowledge

that no matter how many times you burn

salvation will appear

rising you above the common man

again.

Swords are no longer lethal

weapons computerized

images play out

a black and white television

war fought from safety afar

while men

women

children

are considered a cost of maintaining

the Warrior face.

Sign the papers

do not look

do not read

pass along to those as lazy as ye

sell away everything

for nary a farthing.

Sheer idiocy

brought us to our knees

thought to be subjugated

turned the tables

revolution brought about

rising up

taking back what is rightfully ours.

Pulled from the depths

placed upon trial

public outcry

denial

tried to empty out accounts of gold

flee across seas so bold.

When caught…….

tears

crocodile or real

who cares

you thought to debase

to rise above again and again

spewing hatred

feudal restraints…..

Grand gestures

mean naught

dip into your coffers

pay your due

disregarded

your requests for leniency.

Awaiting fate

slow crawl of each second

tick tock

tick tock

torture

never mind the smile upon my face.

Bell has rung

time has come

hatred never pays

guns will come

let’s play this game our way.

©August 20/19

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