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.