Fear

It's true Bunking its task in the blue sky Golden sunshine Lies down morose In sorrow Laying its head on the tree trunk Looking pale It surprises me As I see it smeared With ashes of fear All over its countenance Will he too be raped and murdered Like the hapless Rohingyas Fleeing their home country In utter misery In spite of the Nobel peace prize laureate Aung San suu Kyi Ruling the country essentially In Burma or Myanmar Futile is all prayer I am afraid I cannot bare my mind further Even to the lying sunshine Let alone to friends of mine Or to the grains of truth Nowadays in sooth Everywhere they are Even in water and air Invisible shadows Ready to bulldoze Those who refuse to wear The chains of fear No freedom No reason Live in subservience And keep silent Sunshine left Anita and her husband Collin For good No regular food they could have The factory where he worked Having been locked out No treatment for cancer She was suffering from He tried to take to stealing Failed She thought of visiting an old friend In lieu of her body Spine shivering fear they lived in Without and within Until he strangled her to death Choking the very breath He had heated his lips with Holding her tight To escape witnessing The excruciating process He killed himself Hanging from a ceiling fan The world now Is an aggregate Of broken images In various stages Of haemorrhages We all are a curious amalgam Of God beast and human In various proportions It is the beast We are afraid of The way we walk away From natural sunlight To a life where sun doesn't shine In the dark so obvious The beast is out His fear conspicuous Fear never comes alone Its never failing companion Is poisonous aggression Looking for our flesh and bone The God we inherited As a harvest of many centuries Of civilization The beast brushes aside In ostentatious pride In annihilative fear The way Terror attack traps are laid We are neither living nor dead We have to be up and doing With our candles unlighted Fears galore Our lashless eyes and fearful ears Are nervous Fearing any moment Someone taps our door Our jasmine lives In fear psychosis We do not know Today or tomorrow The hyena Will be hounding Whose bone marrow Mine or yours We must keep alert and discreet Whether at home Or in the street _______________________________ September 17, 2017 For the contest Fear ll Hosted by: Debbie Guzzi