Genocide

Sitting beneath the blinding lights
sweat beading upon his  brow
waiting
impatient
to spread the good word
of
hatred
intolerance
violence
tidbits to tear a world
a nation
a country
apart.
Venomous spittle
sprayed across the face
raging
foaming
lunatic
could someone turn his mic off?
Burgeoning fear can be felt
despair
angst
as his rhetoric
fans the flames
stirring up the masses
until
like a powder keg
kaboom!
Blood will run in rivers
cascading over concrete curbs
triumph for one
marks the genocide of many.
November 4/18
Photo by Dikaseva on Unsplash
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Revenge

Spewing forth
anger
lava erupting from the pit
while I rage
desire
plague
those who have hurt me.
Fuck you.
Fuck those who thought…..
let me walk on you
let me abuse you
let me disbelieve you
what rights do you have?
What ability to believe?
To shore
shunt
ignore
those voices calling forth
well I carry machete in hand.
Hmmmm….
heads will roll
throats shall be slit
you cannot atone.
Listen
here is my story to tell.
I am sorry.
I am fearful.
I am your bloody revenge.
Oct. 2/18

New Era

Bleak
grey
uniform in concealing
army waiting in the woods
focus on the enemy
even if this is a war
that should never have been.
Flacid lips
propoganda
whispered in our ears
turning us
creating within
a battlefield
mired with land mines
broken body parts
a giant war machine at work.
Wondering how we got here
watching the world burn
leaders of all nations
violent
unable to bring peace to the table.
Mockery has been made
of the time all once knew
as savagely
a new era is born
of blood
of madness
of leaders
who no longer care.
Sept. 10/18
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Abomination

Daddy was a preacher
a high roller
in a small town
ranting his sermons on Sunday
living in sin the rest of the week.
I knew what his feelings were going to be.
I heard him pontificate on it
many a time
but my heart was sure.
I sat before him
as he glared at me
demanding that I obey
abandon the one that I love
just because it would hurt his good name.
The first lash of the belt
that one hurt the most.
Methodically
slowly he flagellated
each strip on fire
cruelty in his venom.
I cried
begged to be free
but daddy…..
refused to let me go
tying me to my bed
while I screamed with horror.
In the dark of the night
as he snored in drunken slumber
I crept away
never turning around
never looking back
fleeing that house of pain.
I can show you the scars I bear
but I have worked hard
to put them away.
The memories
flood my nightmares
as I hear his roars:
‘You are an abomination. 
God will love you no more.’
September 5/18
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Unaware

Within a world

of peace

of allies

a dream has thus been broken.

When wild men are allowed to run

when decisions are made

using obsolete rules

great damage can be done.

With delusions of grandeur

with complete disregard

the mad man will destroy

all camaraderie

pushing the politest

the nicest

to suddenly stand straight

bearing his teeth

proving that he is not weak.

A mad man depends

on idiots and morons

those who follow blindly

to implement his vision.

A mad man mocks

the simple things

like…..

humanity

freedom

reality

truth.

I wonder

on a daily basis

does he realize he is a joke?

Picture via: Photo by Anastasiia Tarasova on Unsplash

 

Slow Waltz

Crimson streaks
splashed across the mirrors
pulsing
flashing
calling to arms
the dead and waiting.
Overdoses and murders
suicides and rapes
we await
we dream
of a time when we shall reap.
Moving through crowds of uncaring
stalking through shadows
staining the souls
of those without.
Copper hued threads
spattered
unseen
mark you as my tormentor.
I screamed
I fought
I lost to you
the reality of this world.
I creep along the blackest alleys
toiling on hands and knees
peering feral
waiting to appease.
My hunger.
Your pleasure.
My malevolence.
Your desire.
Twined….
Unparted….
locked forever
in a slow waltz
through the halls of hell.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen

Bleached Bones

**Picture found on Internet**
Bleached bones
erupt from sands of blood red
showering the world with pain.
Tears of widows
wept in sorrow
attempt to cleanse the stains.
Acid etched on their souls.
Orphaned children
turned into killers
molded to hate
without a reason why.
Soldiers march passed
each in step
guns slung over shoulders
designed to maim.
Religion is rising
hatred is preached
mankind has become blinded
by the glory of wealth.
This is a time of disrepair
and not a one repents.
Instead they stand
with open hands
taking it all
whilst they
bleed the world of human taste.