Time’s Retreat

I have to wonder
as I listen to people talk
if truth is there
beneath all the uttered lies
deceptions
misconceptions
wound amongst
feet of those marching
ivied trendrils
tripping
denying
accuracy of facts.
Eyes wide open
no longer can we hide
where evil is found
light must be shone
casting doubt upon
those in authority
those in power
who corrupt the congregation.
Building walls
of stainless steel
fitted with cutted glass
knees slashed
if any try to escape.
Building concrete enclosures
blinding
justice
who roars
discontent
muzzled suddenly
when those dislike her speak.
We begin to count
down
no longer up
for the fall of time
the desperation of those
dialing weapons
to keep in power
a diseased mind
syphilitic
lost in an imaginary world
living an era
that no longer exists.
©June 14/20
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Balance the Scales

Fingers grip blanket tight
squeezing eyes shut.
Whispered prayer
never answered:
maybe tonight
the monsters won’t come
please keep me safe
someone.
Dead gaze
never a smile
how could no one notice
how could they not see
the wraith walking before them?
A child
bruised
skittish
afraid of all
falling between the cracks.
Too many fingers
too many hands
too many mouths
rape a child’s soul
battered
wanting to die
indomitable will
refusing to give up
refusing to allow suicide.
Growing
becoming a woman
tables turning
hunting those who hunted
child turned avenger
all will pay.
©Jan. 8/20
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