Over Again

Standing at the crossroads

wondering

is this the place?

Follow the left path

turn to the right

walk straight ahead

who really knows?

Cobbled with broken promises

shattered dreams

tears 

etched with acid

into the stones.

History dances

beneath your feet

if only you stop to listen

to feel 

the sensations that flow over you

the ghosts whispering in your ear.

Promises

insinuated

a hint of noise

caressing your skin

seduction of the past

is there really any need to change?

Assailed

screams

hallucinations

realization that going forward

without change

means a repetition

of history

replete with horror

with genocide

with men who think they are king

ruling their own small inner sanctums

their own small fiefdoms.

Once upon a time

if given enough rope

idiots hung themselves

simple solution.

Natural evolution.

Today…..

the crossroads become a hangman’s gaol

innocents die

cretins rule

history continues to replay

over

over

over again

whilst humanity fails.

©June 4/19

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Subvert

**I submitted two poems to The New Yorker. This is one of the two. I obviously was rejected but I can say with pride I was rejected by The New Yorker.***

There is an evil rot within

leaching from the heart

any illusion

that there remains some good.

Time and time again

it has been proven

that society has become doomed

trading away

ethics

morals

basic humanity.

Twisting and subverting

with each falsehood told

embraced

with zeal

religious fevor

becoming the very demon

decried as the enemy.

We have failed.

We have lost our way.

One by one

we have been corrupted

by lies

by slight of hand

and the tears that are wept

fall between the cracks

in this desert land.

©Feb. 23/18

Photo by Jason Leung on Unsplash