Awaiting Rapine

Rubble
reduced
ravaged land
claw through debris
floating from dull grey clouds
there is no summer
there is no spring
or fall
only the winter of destruction
lays across the land.
Crowing
destruction
laid waste
world
no longer flourishing
survival the new way
the only way.
Rusted crown
upon Jester’s head
shaking rattle
fiery denial
wrong doing not done
slanderous rage
all blaming
finger pointing
mouths screaming.
Gather round
murderous claim
no better then vultures
hovering
waiting…..
for death
waiting…..
for the axe to fall
head to roll
alas dear Horatio
it is already too late.
©Jan. 27/20
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Payment to Death…..Life

Cacophony of voices
raised in screams
in curses
blaming god
allah
messiah
any that will listen
pleas for help
pleas for death in pain.
Bombs rain down
blow to bits
villages
having nothing to do with this.
War room
game played
video watched
men yell
women play on phones.
What happens a world away
no bearing on the lives lived here.
Opulent
grandeur
flash of gold
squalor of morals
decency
empathy.
Is not this land great?
Stand with me
within this zoo.
See the children dying?
See the men crying?
See the women fleeing?
Blood and gore
brains and bones
stand with me
listen to the drones.
Incoming
bombs away
look above
eyes tracking plume in the sky
hoping
praying
wishing
it will not fall upon these shores.
©Jan. 7/20
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Word of the Day Challenge #76-Untitled Poem

I was sitting in the comfort of my chair
watching the news
my reality one of first world problems
there is nothing for me to worry.
Cold
watching the scenes of devestation
desensitized
picture after picture
showing death
hunger
unrepentant greed
what is this world that we create
condone
with the click of a button
we can make it all go away.
Spun around
up and away
torn from safety
dropped in the war
any war
so I can see….
the truth
the brutality
to become aware
that within my own inaction
I give to men
men who care nothing of me
power to run my life
dictate to me
while docile
tame at their feet.
Fight for nothing
other than to keep from finding peace
as the money maker would become obsolete.
Rich men becoming richer
upon all those unnecessary deaths.
Eyes wide open
awake
I can no longer deny
a nasty taste left in my mouth
acid tears seep
poison in my soul
I shall never again sleep.
©Nov. 22/19
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Mars’ Discipline

Sadly
looking over the battlefield
seeing carnage
body pieces everywhere
walking amongst the dead
tears spilling over
there is nothing that can be done.
Gore
blood slicked
mud churned up
once this was a beautiful meadow
full of flowers
green grass
a haven for animals
a picnic place for young lovers.
Scalded
scalped
stand over a sea of dead
wondering…..
is this death and destruction worth it?
Were the vile words
spewed
used to inflame
to incite deadly rampage
the first
or
the last?
Have you ever walked a battle scene?
Hazy air
smoke tinged blood
low moans
high screams
everyone calling for a loved one.
In tents
hastily erected
medical help
merely a finger in the dike
hoping to keep alive
those few they can.
Unlikely it is
that this nightmare will end
as men
scream and rant
stamping their feet to get their way.
Overgrown babies
sated on the teats of the poor
time has come
they are to be…..
the ones to reap what they have sown.
©Sept. 4/19
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Word of the Day Challenge #51-Untitled Poem

Wrack and ruin
rise from the ashes
grotesque phoenix
bloated with assurance
with smug knowledge
that no matter how many times you burn
salvation will appear
rising you above the common man
again.
Swords are no longer lethal
weapons computerized
images play out
a black and white television
war fought from safety afar
while men
women
children
are considered a cost of maintaining
the Warrior face.
Sign the papers
do not look
do not read
pass along to those as lazy as ye
sell away everything
for nary a farthing.
Sheer idiocy
brought us to our knees
thought to be subjugated
turned the tables
revolution brought about
rising up
taking back what is rightfully ours.
Pulled from the depths
placed upon trial
public outcry
denial
tried to empty out accounts of gold
flee across seas so bold.
When caught…….
tears
crocodile or real
who cares
you thought to debase
to rise above again and again
spewing hatred
feudal restraints…..
Grand gestures
mean naught
dip into your coffers
pay your due
disregarded
your requests for leniency.
Awaiting fate
slow crawl of each second
tick tock
tick tock
torture
never mind the smile upon my face.
Bell has rung
time has come
hatred never pays
guns will come
let’s play this game our way.
©August 20/19
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Future Unknown

Frivolous
dance on the greens
succubi leap
satyrs plies
jumble of horns
pipes
leading the lascivious
hidden behind the golden veil.
Debauchery
mask of solemnity
shown to the world
ripped free
drunk from the fountain of greed
sated on the bones of the poor
unwanted
undesired
save for man’s glory.
Rumbles begin to grow
voices raised in dissent.
Daises beribboned in scarlet
thunderous condemnation
for the hordes
(peaceful protest)
dismissed as foolish
uneducated
ignorant of truth.
‘How dare they compare
decide 
they have the strength
the inborn knowledge 
such as we
to make wrack and ruin 
of this glorious world’
Pious bastards.
Sanctimonious bitches.
Banal words spoken.
Hush the populace
this is the thought
unoriginal as it is.
Awaken.
Lay at their feet no longer.
Pull down pretenders
who would lay waste
decimate
until…..
©July 20/19
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Thy Name Is……

Sit at the table
sneer on your face
tap your pen
in time to the voices in your head.
Denouncing
goading
whispers of grandeur
look around
can anyone guess?
Do they see?
Behind your eyes
insanity sits.
Power hungry
devouring
jaws agape
news of death
bloodshed
assassination
daily fodder of sustenance.
Behind your smiles
madness held at bay.
Finger on the button
threat of world wars
cajoling works no more.
You are but a jolly monster
slowly appearing between the cracks
delighted with the devastation
that flows and follows you
declaring that this is god’s work.
Stumble you will
fall you shall
when you do
this will hopefully stop
our world’s descent into hell.
©July 10/19
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