Word of the Day Challenge #95-Untitled Poem

He was a great man
he was a beast
He helped all he came to him
he stole from those 
needing aid
He beget an empire
children of whores
He reigned with selflessness
he ruled with blood
iron maiden
killing his dissidents
his enemies.
He slew the innocent
gave voice to evil
clapped the devil on the back
black lit deals
money in the casket
leaving all others to cry
war mongering
battle lines drawn
time to batten down.
Top to bottom
great man
praises sung
full of lies
we knew the truth
we knew the reality
history will not be replayed
it was his time to die
of that I was sure.
©March 24/20
Picture is my own

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

Dissension

Silent dragons flare
screaming across the sky
acid iciness raining down
as all do bend
with righteous fear.
Afraid to raise one’s head
to voice opinions true
worried that the axe will fall
and corruption will still brew.
Stare ahead
brow creased with concern
fingers tapping an SOS
as the world turns to blood.
Rivers rising
fields dying
supplies deficient
as spoken promises
spiral through the air
disipating.
As a toddler whose toy is taken
screams and beats his fists
he throws himself upon the funeral pyre
without it being lit.
This horror playing upon the stage
is but a man
and not a demigod
as he does believe.
Once the world is torn asunder
no one left to degrade
sights will turn from unbeaten foes
to enemies seen at his feet.
Scouring.
Killing.
Emptying.
Glee incalculable.
Annihilating
any who dare to dissent.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen