Oppression

Mayhem, pandemonium 
total chaos, bedlam, devastation.
A soft, soothing breeze turns
into a whirlwind, a hurricane causing
havoc, death, destruction and untold misery…
Is it the fault of the fair wind?

The life-giving rainfall
cool, refreshing, revitalizing, 
turns into rainstorm,
violent thundershower, lightning
causing flash flood, landslide, 
mass wasting and shambles…
Is it the fault of the water?

A common man
good, God-fearing,
eking out a simple livelihood,
living a frugal life but sparingly,
thrifty and weak-willed.
When politicians and priests
wreck ruin in his life and
he turns violent, causing terror…
Is this the fault of a mere man?  



~10/1/17
~Best free-verse poem oct.-Dec. by John Hamilton
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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October 2, 2017 at 3:12 PM
Words that carry a depth of meaning, nice to see this offering today, Abdul!
Pandit Avatar
October 1, 2017 at 2:12 PM
Love the way each stanza ends in a thoughtful question mark--very purposeful poem!
Mandani Avatar
October 1, 2017 at 3:09 PM
Thanks a lot, Vijay, for your comment.
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