A War Reprised

My foe is back
Eight years later
Still tracking footprints
Still throwing shade
Chief hater
Slinging grenades in stacks
Click boom
Lurking like a swamp gator
Cold blooded
No tact
No soul
Just impact

Takeover in phases
Careers torched
Dreams scorched
You hateful witch
Buy
Destruct
Sell
Demonic greed
On a platinum shelf
You torch what you touch
Then grin to yourself

You will never understand
Here take this
It’s useless
Like rebellion in a Fortune 500
Fruitless
Like screaming in a soundproof room
Mute this

But I can't
I won’t
So I do this
Sick with the heat of it
Haunted by the truth of it
Dragging myself
Down this road
Again

No map
No justice
No righteousness
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Greenhough Avatar
June 19, 2025 at 6:31 PM
So well related, your frustration with the dark side of life. This is a powerful poem. Peace is elusive.
Delegans Avatar
July 12, 2025 at 10:05 AM
Thankfully we can write about the pursuit as an outlet. Thanks for reading and commenting, Hilda.
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