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.

Top photo: Bigstock – Illustration of Mexico as seen from Earth’s orbit during sunset with visible country borders. 3D illustration. Elements of this image furnished by NASA.

About Robin Clark (62 Articles)
Robin, born in Talent Oregon, now resides in Bellevue, a community outside of Seattle Washington. She is a published poet, OP-ED writer and Children's story author. She is currently in partnership with a composer who has asked her to write the book for his next musical. She is also being courted by assorted Directors to write a stage play and her dream is to leave a legacy in words, where you come to realize anything is possible.