Shadow Clouds
Now
Come the shadow clouds
where and whence evil rises bold and loud
once buried, hidden wide opened shrouds.
Warm, soft, calm breezes slip away
in between the morning hours when we prayed
deep in the cast of shadowy grays
preparations for warring factors are made.
It has become a hate-filled time
where loudest voices revile in the climb
lost to compassion, to empathy
that once thrived in the land of the free.
Now,
a heartless spirit scrambles forth
hidden hatred in a price brought
innocence pushed aside and lost.
Who we once were
grows more angry, deceitful, and disturbed
divisive rhetoric in every word
out on display for the world to be heard.
How soon before the sword and gun are drawn
How soon will come that fateful morn
that creeps and hides within every pawn
sacrificed and filleted in dull yawns
Now
come the shadow clouds
no one dares speak of it out loud.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2025
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