Bag of Wind

At first it seemed to entertain
an idiot and his world.
People sat
glued to their televisions
watching 
laughing
sure he was a goon.
Behind the scenes
various acts play out
all designed
to ensure
success
not failure.
Stand
boasting of all you have
all you own…..
Your kept wives.
Your forgotten children.
You know no love.
You know not…..
compassion
sympathy
empathy
all you know
a confidence game
give them a show
fall they will
stars in their eyes.
When the first bomb exploded
you assured all you could handle
no one would dare attack again
for you are the greatest
they need to fear.
Scales begin to fall
truth becomes lies
lies become truth
infatuation dissolving
as the mask crumbles
with your childish tirades.
You are not the new god.
You are not the new hope.
You are not even a man
but a small child
whose parents never disciplined.
Tantrums and tirades
deceit and distortion
red faced
throw self to ground
screaming in rage
when everyone fails to play your way.
Your game.
Your rules.
Poor man
(not a man)
Poor boy
(play at war)
should we annihilate?
©Aug. 3/19
Picture via Pinterest

Meglomania

Photo courtesy of Pinterest.

You talk and talk, always right

ears closed to the other voices.

You and you alone make the mark

and destroy a million lives.

Who says you are right?

Who spoke this truth to you?

Making you alone,

the one that all shall worship?

You venom spreads, poisoning

you voice, so mesmerizing

Call thousands to your banner

waging war against so many innocents.

Hatred,

disrespect,

And villany.

Your voice,

your words,

so charismatic.

But death shall follow;

balance the scales

as we all watch the blade fall.

 

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

November 29, 2011