who will run
gauntlet fierce
scythe held high
through thicket thorns
emerge alive
stay sane
hours fuse to
decades spent
begging bird song
soothe dispel
savage sordid
scenes
crows confer
callous cold
steal each fractured day
as suffocation
stymies step
yet he walks free
not one escaped
each tender bud
torn in turns
as all around
walked on by
blind to ****
are all afraid
mesmerized
by podium power
pious privilege
feigned
masking sleight of hand
will someone stand
despite the odds
counter hallowed hall
covert thugs' threats
of slow death
if we tell
who can dare
scarred mirror asks
shatter code hushed
defy hypnotic trance
risk life and limb
to speak
or has their curse
rendered lame
those not killed
left to bleed
alone in shadows'
listless lanes
eyes stare
probe, confront
in mirror fogged
I wipe them dry
distraught no flame remains
I can sustain
to fuel the fight
and stagger on
through forest blaze
of justice failed
as cries of children
sear the night
while
he
still
breathes
I would appreciate frank feedback, please. How do you feel when you read this - is the meaning clear? Thank you