Thunder of Wars Waged

Can you hear?
Weeping
chorus sung
boots thump
mothers
screaming pain
fathers
smiling pride
sweethearts
promises broken
brothers
nephews
uncles
men
taken
to wage war
to keep power
in hands
of hungry
mad
old white men
penchant
dining on lies
swilling degradation
with smiles upon their lips
disdain
for generations
upon whose back
their wealth has grown
voices repressed
salient desires
hook
crook
stolen
under public noses
nothing done
til now…..
wake not to blazing skies
drone of planes a high
enemies come
discord beset
all of this
it could have been undone.
©Nov. 3/20
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Final Take

It comes
encroaching 
moving faster
roaring
devouring 
acres
forest
lives
no one is protected
no one matters
all for one 
one for all
a thing of the past.
Disheartened
weary
strangled 
brought to knees 
promised warrior
a millennium
walking
waking
destruction
war
sin
all rolled over 
there is nothing
left to see.
A challenge 
not uttered 
taken
more to come
more harm
more destruction
vile men
tasked with protection
raping.
Watching
caravan after caravan
flee
safety 
somewhere
out there
hope is held.
Turn 
one last time
tired
so tired
last stand
last bastion
Last Warrior 
for this life. 
 
©Sept. 15/20
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