Looking ahead…
Tag: terror
Power to the powerless
Volcanic eruptions abound
With each step that we turn around
Muted voices rival against the loud
Scrambling from the darkening crowd
So we tremble in our rooms all alone
Eyes focused on blood images of our own
As the sly sooty wind twists and turns
It fans fires across continents as each burns
Lights out, lockdown, you have no power
A prisoner trapped in the hand of each hour
The rumbling rolls into a cumulative groan
Groundswells of power claim the throne
With a quick mathematical calculation
The masses of the powerless have overtaken
The viral infection leaves little room for choice
Unless we elect to speak in a bystander’s voice…
Author’s note: This poem was inspired by a post I read on random rants ruminations ramblings Please check out Kunal Thakore to read about the Japanese word kuebiko
which helps describe the state many find themselves in with current complexities facing us in many parts of the world.Check out the post at this link: https://randomrantsruminationsramblings.wordpress.com/2016/07/15/the-deliciousness-of-words-iii/
Things fall apart
Mayhem sweeps through the earth,
indiscriminately blowing ill winds,
trashing crowded places,
leaving rubble in his wake
as the streets begin to tremble,
rumble as buildings tumble.
His menacing hoarse whispers
heard everywhere,
by all trapped in corners of fear,
as another dark cloud descends,
raining new rivers of blood
from dark crimson skies.
The rats ravage among the waste,
a child cries forlorn,
as nerves turn to steel
from the replay and repeat,
the distance of the blast
or just impotence with no hope.
Hands thrown in the air!
Why should we care?
Still he winds through busy streets,
He breathes into the air.
He holds his own compass
and sometimes runs on autopilot.
Those who have seen him
tell of a merciless face,
sometimes a hooded neighbor
whom you thought you knew,
now dressed in disguise,
a murderer before your eyes.
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