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
Picture via Pintrest

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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