George Thechaz Poet Imagism

Seeds of Destruction

I look through this turmoil,
Through the shuttered pieces, 
Broken mirrors that bear dented images,
Beyond the crumbled walls,
Wretched foundations that once stood tall.
I look through the darkness, 
Through the shadows cast in fear.
From here where I stand,
I see all.....
I can smell the stench of destruction,
I can still sense the wrath, 
I can still hear the cursing voices,
The wailing of embattled souls, 
Souls ruthlessly strip off their breath,
Now in jeopardy;in limbo,
In a dark valley,the bottomless pit
Consumed,approaching the fangs of hell.

I see through the ruins,
Through the dark smoke from the burning rubble,
Through the lifeless bodies.
The wind randomly blowing,
From my eyes,tears dripping,
Now I can see......clearly,
Now I remember....
I recall the seeds  planted,
Upon this land once full of life,
Seeds of hatred;greed;selfishness,
Seeds of chaos and conflict,
Seeds watered with blood,
Now ripened fruits,
Fruits of pain;destruction;revenge,
Death;famine;disease,
Bitter fruits that taste of sour blood,
Fruits of self inflicted misery........ 
Fruits that have wiped out the souls that planted them.

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