Poet’s Corner: Darkness Falls

Processing people like pigs:
Waft aromas of blathering prigs,
With stench of festering hate–
Where new-born flies flock
Through skies simmering squawks
Of nefarious cocks;
Mariachi serenades
Words: exploding grenades;
Hearts bursting with blood,
Pumping shards of God’s scud:
This is not Liberty’s life.

Redefine small;
Egos call;
The beating,
The greeting,
Throwing helpless
‘Gainst ‘is wall:
Glorified choices to tear;
Divined love that was shared;
Away from the blood-weathered rocks.

The world watches on
The workings of cons;
Quoting Christ like a cheap Sunday prayer.
This is the awe; this is the shock;
These are the bullets we flare.
In pasts we’ve been eyed
By hearts petrified:
Turned to stone;
To the bone;
Scents of life that’s been fried.
Do we go there again?
Do we layer our sins?
Praising all that is good
Has now died?

Here is the deal:
Writ from Sub Rosa’s seal,
Mandating stand or be victified.
Rise up right now;
Put some sweat ‘bove your brow;
Fist high, saying no to their lies.
Or soon, we could see
Souls flowing toward seas
Half eaten, with narrowing light:
We still have a chance
To hang evil’s romance;
And steal America back in the night.

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