Mars’ Discipline

Sadly
looking over the battlefield
seeing carnage
body pieces everywhere
walking amongst the dead
tears spilling over
there is nothing that can be done.
Gore
blood slicked
mud churned up
once this was a beautiful meadow
full of flowers
green grass
a haven for animals
a picnic place for young lovers.
Scalded
scalped
stand over a sea of dead
wondering…..
is this death and destruction worth it?
Were the vile words
spewed
used to inflame
to incite deadly rampage
the first
or
the last?
Have you ever walked a battle scene?
Hazy air
smoke tinged blood
low moans
high screams
everyone calling for a loved one.
In tents
hastily erected
medical help
merely a finger in the dike
hoping to keep alive
those few they can.
Unlikely it is
that this nightmare will end
as men
scream and rant
stamping their feet to get their way.
Overgrown babies
sated on the teats of the poor
time has come
they are to be…..
the ones to reap what they have sown.
©Sept. 4/19
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On Repeat

It is so hard
determining truth from lies
reality from fantasy
for people no longer want to be
themselves.
Fearing repercussions
for being authentic
for caring
for loving
for standing up for rights
for life
hide behind false words
be complacent in the fate of the world.
We see
we hear
we know
this is not how life is.
Kowtowing to an upper class
that exists only through duplicity
through cheating
through selfish desires
while the rest struggle
for food
for unity
for basic needs.
Smoking debris
shock value
rabble rousing
protect the elite
chorus of voices raised
echoes of a past
repeating over and over again.
Watch carefully
let’s play a new game.
Are you ready?
Spot the Phony.
Can you see?
He is one…..
She is one…..
©June 14/19
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