#barbarians
The flames soared high
Above the broken city-
Troy sodden by war
Necks cut, women ***** children
Enslaved. The sea mirroring
The city’s pain, screaming waves
Piling on the shore.
In the dust lay
The groaning towers of Iliam
The beaten
Shards of a brilliant culture
Felled and fouled
By barbarians.
Around the moping Cypress
Heroes' ashes
Lie infertile,
While Achilles moans in Hades
Weeping unwashed tears
For his body's fading
And his shadows continuance
In eternal gloom.
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 3:12 PM UTC
The man in the middle quietly weeps as the deafening crescendo grows on…
Hoping by chance he’ll soon join the dance but knowing deep down, somehow, he is wrong?
The people who lead have more than they need insisting on evermore -till it’s gone.
And at the end of the day they’ll cry merrily and gay;
“What happened t’was a wonderful song?” *
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC
All good is lost,
And we pay the cost,
As we watch our country burn;
A shadow up ahead,
In the path we now tread,
A molester at every turn.
A haven for girls,
Kept decked up in pearls,
Now amused as they stand defamed;
What change came about?
How sick can a man turn out?
The law keeps the culprit unnamed!
Hurting another with such fallen grace;
Leaving her in pieces, feeling disgraced:
Soiling her form, her mind, her life;
It disgusts, hurts and saddens the soul,
A father, a brother, a friend played the role:
Shattering her dreams, her goals in a strife.
Tainted now in the darkest of shades:
*Her life is lost, a future fades;
Faith is a myth, humanity a tale.*
She's hardly alive, like the waking dead;
*And though she weeps on her poisioned bed,
She will live on bloodless and pale.*
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC