Echoes of His Master's Voice

Pray, If you should tell All that you have bottled up Who will you tell? Who will believe you? Stories of swollen head, slit lips Blood, brimstone and bonfires Laboriously ignited to silence Rats, rabbits, dogs, roaches and mosquitoes Stories of brazen batter, Brash bruises, crackles of fire crackers Crumbles, rumbles, ruins and shambles, Severe, seduce and abuse Stories of decades of illegal earwig Arm twisting, neck wringing, bone crushing; To wring water out of stone; Nocturnal episodes, auditions Where, insidious, venomous plans Are jazzed up, cooked, to exterminate Mice, mouse and harmless monkeys Stories where the antagonist And protagonist is equity Where justice is solstice Pray, who will you tell When sledgehammer, Kalashnikov, clubs and spears Are deployed and hearts, soul's, fatigued bodies Are bruised, battered, hewed, chewed and mowed down? Who will you tell Of the terror, tremor, horror, vandalism? The unseen scars and stitches Of hearts and soul's? Stories of fabrications, distortions, propaganda and falsehoods? Pray, who will you tell Of weapons concealed in bread and tires; Slashed, stripped shoes, Storms in cups of tea Disguised as bamboo sticks with belts in the Bush? If you should tell of Banana peels scattered like Shooting stars in the sky Stories of deliberate pot holes, slippery slopes, Spell casters, tarot and palm readers Who will believe you? Who will you tell When friends and allies turned coat, went cold At the glean of a cold gun butt? Who will you tell when, Allies abdicate for a mess of potage And dust like Peter against Christ Before cock crow? Pray, who should you tell When he, who should secure Is the intimidator and aggressor? Who should you tell when The safest becomes the deadliest? Who will you tell where, Premeditated roadblocks, deliberate snares, mercenaries, Tailgaters and knuckleheads are the norm? Pray, how can walls hear, Basket retain water? Pray, how do you teach a pig How to sing without grinding an axe? Who will you tell stories of Subtle death treats, rat poison in foods, Terrors, tremors and horrors? Who will you tell when, Instruments of state become instruments Of terror, tremor and horror? Pray, who should you tell? But, tarry a while friend, After darkness, comes dawn And after winter, summer. Today's rain will, surely give birth To tomorrow's sunshine