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Evil's Horn

EVIL'S HORN Is hate the driving force of our endeavors the fear of heaven’s myth our revelation our sole remaining choice be now or never existing in the state of self-cremation pandered passion flaunted in death’s crumbling mask denial of a life as its salvation mindless chanting by the doers of the task bequeathed to them by memory driven fear tortured minions sipping hatred from life’s flask bitter liquid of a time and place unclear release offered to the victims now reborn to a kingdom that the living cannot share an innocence and beauty too soon shorn by those who boldly trumpet evil’s horn John G. Lawless 9/12/2014

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Maurice Yvonne

Date: 9/16/2014 5:16:00 PM

Well done, a very interesting read. Gets the juices flowing.

Leo Larry Amadore

Date: 9/12/2014 9:24:00 AM

I enjoyed reading your poem today, John. I especially appreciated your choice of vocabulary and the somewhat ambiguous nature of your message....readers/people tend, of course, to bend "messages" to fit their own particular biases, but, to me, your piece seems to soundly condemn the hugely negative effects of zealotry......

John Lawless
Date: 9/12/2014 10:52:00 PM

Thanks for reading and commenting. The ambiguity flows from my poetic mantra: "the nature of the poet is to provoke, not to explain" It is always interesting to discuss my poems with others and see what the poem found in them.