Days of Dread
Days of Dread
Sad, dreaded days of those unchained,
Locked in systems of agency spent
On wish whisperings of material gain,
Of wealth and its prideful intent.
Their selfish coins worn thin, now wane.
Cries of tear-drowned, grieving mothers,
Dry unheard in the wax of war's reign.
Tyrant tricksters rear their haughty head hisses
To bellow their vile and naughty claims,
While their cruel poison trickles through militant mists,
Falls on all, acid rains of pain.
Storms form grey clouds, pelt sorrowful gay crowds,
Shouting blood curdling pleas to be heard
Above thunder rumbling of a nation's stumbling proud,
O'er minions hiding behind fool's words.
They pledge allegiance to the demigods who wake their empty souls
And take them bound to glories found where flames burn icy-cold.
Deep in depths of depravity, loud men rush to din of war,
The ill-begotten are extinguished, to breathe smoky peace no more.
Meanwhile, isles destroyed by wild mad throngs,
Who heed arm's call to harm their brothers,
Thirst for blood to cleanse their sad longing,
To be smothered in the arms of their mothers.
Yet, once they sought to love one another again,
Through struggle's awkward tribulation days,
But the enemy within smote them sore with sin
And the crippled could not crawl away.
For no more are they children of a loving Father,
Their head-led hearts hard as crucible stones.
From denial of compassion's kind home.
-P.S. Colley~
11/2024 Election Day
This poem was written as a commentary on the politics of the day, the day after our national election created a "day of dread" realized for at least half of our nation's citizens.
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