Benedict Arnold Reborn

High above
in silver blue sky
rumbles the approaching death.
Unbeknownst to those below
living life
loving 
family 
children
husband and wife.
Innocence broken
shattered
incoming piercing scream
impact
cratered hole
body parts strewn
blood
overflowing cisterns
babies scream
left alone
orphaned
for what?
Call to arms you did
inciting
taunting…..
so proud to disregard
so proud to abuse
misuse
power
for to whom shall you answer?
You sanctify terrorism
your mouth moves one way
words coming go the other
there is no truth to you
there is no humanity
reprehensible actions
provoked by…..
Volatile vitriol spewed
greatness is not forthcoming…..
Fall to your knees 
beg for forgiveness.
The Ninth Circle of Hell
home to treachery and traitors
considered too tame for a beast such as ye….
A Tenth Circle to be built
to house a man 
who tore apart the world
to sate his desire for the Almighty…..
Dollar.
Corruption.
Adulation.
Destruction.
The list goes on
and on
and on.
Detailed
page after page
of immorality
hatred
racism
ineptitude
there is no end
to the torment begun
brought forth
left behind.
Your legacy
naught but a single sentence in the annals of history……
A narcissist who destroyed centuries of history in 4 years.
©August 7/19
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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

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