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Violence Metaphor Poems | Violence Poems About Metaphor

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Details | Rhyme |


You know why I run game? It's 'cause I'm a player
I'm the night in shining armor, she's a dragon, I'm gon' slay her
That means when I beat it up, I'm gonna kill it
Tell her keep our business to herself, don't spill it
Can't follow directions, then it's on to the next
Hope you get the message, not talking 'bout a text

I sleep with more chicks than a night-gown

Without 'em I'm like a sentence with no noun

For those who don't know that means incomplete

It's a race to get 'em first, I gotta' compete

They wanna be on the team, tryin' to make the cut

True player, show no feelings, keep 'em in a shell, walnut

Females fill my atmosphere, they mean the world to me

I got damsels galore, it's always plural with me

Got gangs of chicks, which one should I bang

They're steady in my face, sort of like some bangs

Hate when they try to lock me down, I'm not in jail

She starts talking 'bout marriage, then I'm gonna bail

Sometimes I need my space, like a vacant lot

I hate being congested, like a nose filled with snot

Hey, stop bugging me, you startin' to act like a knat

Before you go, give me head, I need it like a hat

Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatern |

Fortress Home

Prepare your home like a fortress
For the battle’s already come.
The Fallen One’s hosts are endless,
And our world may be soon undone.

We already are surrounded.
Prepare your home like a fortress.
Don’t stand there looking astounded;
The Adversary’s merciless!

Watch what you say; be most cautious.
Hide rations behind walls and floors.
Prepare your home like a fortress.
‘Friends’ may be crashing down your doors.

Disasters, plagues, insurrections,
Or whatever may cause distress. 
If you can’t escape, load your guns!
Prepare your home like a fortress.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

Details | Elegy |

A Soldier's Elegy

A kestrel dips into an updraft
thinking he knows the world
tranquility gurgles 
through silent valleys
over mountains
around the earth
through the wind

The creature soars ever higher
in great swoops and dives
the horizon curves as it eludes vision
the stars pulse their siren
but thrill denies
adrenaline overrules
their ambient warning

Gust to gust each fades 
quicker than the last
whispers carry the weight of wings
and their soulful song breaches sanity
prayers of rightful good
where petty purple banners
crest twinkling hearts

The last thermal ridden
last lyric dies
as flight’s drone fades
upturned wings alone
the sky empty oblivion
as the sun aligns its beady eye
to the looping path of the bird

Two brittle forms 
grapple in light
which blots out the senses
and protects 
what can never be touched
divine oblivion 
smites the naive bird
an archangel buried
in a crypt 
six feet deep.

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

The Aswang Fable

Day quickly fades into a fearful silent night
Frightful because within the darkness evil comes to life
Abomination that became legend as legend became myth
The Aswang
The wicked epitome of sin
Beautiful by day but a shapeshifting demon in disguise
It has a long disgusting tongue with unspeakable desires
Blood thirsty creatures eating unborn babies in the womb
Fangs that'll transform people into dead flesh eating ghouls
Severing her body from her legs so it can fly
On serpent angel wings preying on its next victim to die
Bayani took his pregnant wife Amor to the hospital for becoming sick
A three day journey from their mountain village will now begin
Theyll travel through the valleys seeking shelter as they go
Amor wearing garlic on her belly protecting her babies soul 
Traveling through jungle & deserted roads along the shore
Knowing when they hear a dreadful cry theyre not alone
With every step they take they abhor the falling moon
Something once so beautiful is now impending doom
By dusk they came upon a village but every door was closed
Desperation in their voice they scream for help with little hope
Dismay dripping from their skin so the demon could smell their fear
Before they heard the dreadful cry the Aswang did appear
In horror they banged on every door pleading for some help
But no one gave relief having their own to protect from hell
Bayani remembered legend perhaps there is a way we can survive 
Destroy her legs before she reattached her upper body in morning rise
A task that may be difficult because the lower half they have to find
Before they made a move she swooped down with her evil yellow eyes
She grabbed Amor by her throat as Bayani pled for her life
Please let my wife and baby go and in return you can have mine
She said a lovely gesture but be patient youre the next to die
With a evil grin she slit her throat and consumed their unborn baby still inside
Falling to his knees with a broken heart he asked her why
She said I have no compassion or reason and let me tell you why

"Im the first Aswang of this village
A maiden by the day
Im the reflection of their darkness and their evil ways
Desires that cannot be spoken
A blackened heart equally broken
Habits that are disgusting
I am made of nothing
I am the mirror they will never face
The fear that keeps them all awake 
But the truth is much more powerful
I am the face behind their faith
The contradiction of forgiveness 
For every time you kneel and pray
Im the fear that keeps the children crying and afraid
It started with a lie
Then desires to reach the sky
Which resulted into sadness 
but with a deeper understanding why
Sad because I can see the darkness they themselves alone hav caused
Many more will be like me and many already lost
Failed secrets buried forever
And I will be like them
I am also you 
If you wear the wickedness of all your sins"

Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Black Rose

Black rose on the wall
See the daylight no more
All the hearts are sore
Left black to the core
No need to wish for more

Take it! 
And throw it on the floor

Copyright © Liva Evita Nagle | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

The Lonely Army

When wind’s silence 
heralds boundless oblivion
and the trembles of cracked earth
raise the dust of tears
dried by the boundless footfalls
of sallow flesh

When a thread of gold
brings unearthly thought
and the misconception
of suns fallen
drives foolish men to their knees
in unending tremors

An army of one
frees the air from his fingertips
and stays not his opal blade
as it bites the rotted gray necks 
of kings released from their wrongful bliss
by his trembling palms

An army of one
unconstrained by nature’s volume
freed by the sin of his naivety
yet, bound by earth’s oldest secret
as the scarlet sun weeps
its bloodied tears

An army of one
his cloak worn through
by the acid blood of his deception
and his bones stilled; 
the branches of a dying oak
which no longer caress the wind

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |


No holds barred, utter defeat is what I see in those cards
No holds barred, utter defeat is what I see in those cards

It's a dirty world, but my heat's considered hand sanitizer

Made my dreams become reality, I'm not a big 'fanisizer'

My trap got cheese, but I'm trying to keep away rats

Life's a gamble, take a chance, like playing craps

Time to take you to school, and money's the topic

Smokin' on Jamaica helps me focus, I keep something tropic

Cash rules everything 'round me and it's in my pocket

That means I'm in control, if this was a plane, I'm in the cockpit

I'm a hustler, got more bricks than a construction site

I stay fresh, I'm flyer than a first-class flight

By any means necessary, hard times call for drastic measures

Get in my way, and get buried like pirate's treasures

Never see me fold, it's like I got the winning hand in Poker

I'm more dangerous than cancer in the lungs of a smoker

Talk crazy, catch a hook, how's that for a punchline

Show me the competition, I call that lunch-time

Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013

Details | Shape |

Bazooka Joe is Gum - 1000 ways to die

David slings a rock Cop holsters a glock, Lizzie Borden packs an axe Mac he packs the knife, Billy battles with a club, Tommy’s gun is a sub Kelly’s got one too, Bazooka Joe Is Gum, Peter Gunn isn't,Colt45not malt Nor is it a horse, horseshoes & handgrenades, canons have big balls, Doc Holiday had TB Rock Hudson had HIV, James Dean crashes his car,Hank Williams crashes a bar, Natalie Wood don’t float, Cain killed his brother, Juliette drank poison for her lover, Rev. Jim Jones killed with cool-aid, Whitey Bulger he got paid,dead man walking gets to eat Rodney King got beat, Cupid’s arrow as Clyde Barrow, Mama Cass choked on ham 57,000 gone in Nam, Four dead in Ohio, Kamikazes fall 1941, again they fall 2001Iraqi leader with a rope, John Belushi too much dope, Charles Manson is alive MichaelJackson isn’t,Saturday night special is very ordinary, Fast and furious is the crime, Dick Clark just his time Pirate victims walk the plank, THINK, Next I’ll come rolling in a tank Hear the whistle of my missile Dirty Harry had the biggest The Derringer is small Smokey Bear forest fire Greek funeral is a pyre Too many +’s or -’s Is electric surges Woman and child sing the dirges Walking dead Are zombies Fat man and Little Boy Are atom Bombies

Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |


Try me, fool, and the semi gon' bang
I'm a big dog, I gotta' let my nuts hang
If I go to jail, best believe I'm bonding out
I always handle beef, that's what I'm all about
I'm not a punk, somebody lied--
I'm bustin' shots, let's get that fixed

Sleep on me, see me in ya' worst nightmares

I'm Hell-raiser, dead fresh in some Nike-Airs

Or in a monkey suit, totin' something with a banana clip

Leave you wet, like dry lips after applying Chap-stick

Ain't talking 'bout a blunt, but I rolled-up

I'm gon' wet these fools, hope they don't mold-up

When it go down, I go ape-shit, bananas

put coward to sleep, without the pajamas

Keep bustin' shots, like pimples on a maturing teen

I do my dirt, but leave the crime scene clean

Stay fresh, but they always call me grimy

They say I'm too gangsta', so they won't sign me

I put in work, man, I'm clockin' in overtime

Haters faces looking sour, like they suckin' on lime

You got beef, well guess what, that's all I eat

I stand my ground, you just sit in your seat

Can't let fools run me over, I'm not a roadkill

Leave you in the streets leakin', looking like an oil spill

You got a problem, I know how'tta' get that solved

Apply pressure, let's not get ya' family involved

Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |


Your words are like stones
Whether skipped or thrown
Destination unknown
They fly alone
Bruising and breaking deeper than bones

Yet pain from these stones will never be shown.

Whether near or far
She'll faithfully wait
Till the unknown date
When those stones are kind and lost of hate

You make mistakes 
Yes she can relate
But what if the pain becomes to great
Whe the kindness comes too late

Such small pieces of her heart
whats left to make
She gave to much
Now there's none to take

Just one everlasting ache 
That your stones did create

They say you can never retake
A women's heart once it breaks

So next time withhold the quake
Your stones with take
And keep this lesson
As a dear keepsake.

<3 Kalee Lynn

Copyright © Kalee Robertson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |

A Lovely Little Daydream

Oh, mighty vacuum cleaner, duty calls;
   like magic, you suck up unsettling grime
in my small world of carpets, floors and walls.
   You gobble up debris in record time
of lint and dust polluting my domain,
   to leave behind a sparkling atmosphere
where peace of wholesome living can remain,
   ensuring my abode is bright and clear.

Oh, hardy vacuum cleaner, if I could
   direct your force upon our total Earth;
suck up its cobwebbed corners, dusty wood
   which cloud our vision to perceive its worth.
Draw off the film...watch clarity unfurled,
   and make it shiny-bright as my small world.

Sandra M. Haight

Premiere Contest: A Lovely Little Daydream
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
Judged: 01/21/2017

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2017

Details | Sonnet |

Sonnet: Nothing feeds on itself like violence

Sonnet: Nothing feeds on itself like violence

Nothing feeds on itself like violence
The more it self-destructs the more its might
Goya geek – padi eaten by its own fence*
The dog that swallows its own tail in fright

Yet nothing changes fast as when throttled
Takes the weight of one’s whole life to wake up
Many the night Dopplegänger dreams rattled
Will the hand that wields the chopper back up

To see the other severed from body
Since violence begins in thoughts at will
Who can hold it back once in thoughts born free
The root cause of violence springs despite will

Envy and hatred begin in the eyes
And stick in the head right until one dies

•	Pagar makan padi: Malay for : The fence eats the padi/rice; meaning, treachery (where trust is betrayed).

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |


Try me, fool, and the semi gon' bang
I'm a big dog, I gotta' let my nuts hang
If I go to jail, best believe I'm bonding out
I always handle beef, that's what I'm all about
I'm not a punk, somebody lied--
I'm bustin' shots, let's get that fixed

I keep it 100, like whole-numbers, no fraction

You're a toy, all looks but no action

So much beef, I can open up a diner

Catch me underground, call me a miner

I keep it real, you haters is processed

To the streets I'm a god, bow down, get blessed

I got rank, like a zebra, I got stripes

Diggin' in ya' chest, you know pressure bust pipes

Got heat, I'm like an Arab with no turban

Shots burn your chest, like drinking Burbon

I cock my tool as they approach, get ready

Make sure you're on point, and hold it steady

When they get near, that trigger get a pull

Give straight head shots, it's an unspoken rule

Shots rang out, like the bells of Notre-Dame

I was long gone, before the law even came

Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |


Life is hard, tough, rough, like a brilo-pad
Growing up, street smart was all I had
I had no choice but to turn to the hood
It's difficult trying to change for the good
What do you do when there's nowhere to turn?
Before you decide, look back, what did you learn?

Out-of-control, like an untamed beast

If I should fall, I'm gon' rise like yeast

Got the game in submission, fools better tap-out

On the road to success, ya'll on a different route

I'm shootin' up haters, more than a heroin addict

Ain't talking 'bout electricity, but it helps prevent static

Like a ship's anchor, I'm gon' hold it down

No matter the outcome, I'ma' stand my ground

I tried turning right, but end up going left

Already living in hell, so what's worst after death

Fast life, gotta' slow down, like I'm in a school zone

Made amends with people I ripped off, like clothes being sown

Searching life's meaning, can't find it in the dictionary

Gotta' change, or end up caged like a canary

Got a pocket full of green, like a bowl filled with lettuce

Satisfied, 'bout to end my run, so roll-the-credits

Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

Just an Illusion

I was told today 
that none of this is real,
that it was all a sacred setup 
a game to make us think 

And I thought 
what if he is right,
what if this piece
was not really being written,
What if?
What if?

There's a parallel universe here, a sort of Matrix-like quality 
Where things may not be
what they appear to be 

I swallowed the blue pill,
A world of hurt the blind eyes only see,
Pain written on water silver runes

Death and violence, corruption reigns supreme 
and advocates of evil control all
This is a world where only money gleams,
ruling governments who gives us our laws
The realm we live in is full of despair
Entropy governs as the blind eye glares

It is like a splinter in my very mind stabbing 
into the core of my existance the answer elusive 
and evasive does bind to a fiery cave that 
chokes with persistence 

To this state of bondage we must find a key
 no longer to be enslaved by illusions
The red pill we must swallow to see

I am liberated, though still under 
ownership of the master class
I am free to think, to express
My eyes are free to wonder as they please
Because I have allowed myself to 
look beyond the road we walk on

I am a time traveling being, 
A substance of the infinite universe
A multi-dimensional being
A vibration or light, time and space 
I see through infinite eyes, with infinite possibilities 

All the colours of the universe come 
together to create something beautiful 
I am a creator of what I imagine 
I am in the Matrix so whatever I imagine I can create

Things are just a projection of the mind after all!!

Copyright © Jamesa Love | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |

Because It Just Doesn't Matter

Because It Just Doesn’t Matter

Innocence slain—mixed feelings
having exhausted
shame—now languish
still sands of time—mocking
a side-ways hour glass.
But it doesn’t matter
because I’m not involved 
and am certainly not guilty.

Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2016

Details | Villanelle |

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 48

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 48

Prod not the elements fierce dragons can wake
Tsunamis El Ninos smog haze acid rains
Anger of the Heavens lightning thunder quake

Qian the Father Kun the Mother did hands shake
But Eldest Son Zhen can put mankind in chains
Prod not the elements fierce dragons can wake

Final signs there to see which we still forsake
Can World War scenarios depict real pains
Anger of the Heavens lightning thunder quake

Class race religion which can most money make
What takes over countries do it for its gains
Prod not the elements fierce dragons can wake

Mythic gods we concoct for our ego’s sake
Have not they all harmed us more than mindless brains
Anger of the Heavens lightning thunder quake

Nation States make fated World we must un-make
The single choice One Race One World or HELL reigns
Prod not the elements fierce dragons can wake
Anger of the Heavens lightning thunder quake

-	End of Part Two  

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |


I have memories of this place.
I made friends.
I made enemies.
I lived within the walls of this block.
In the corridor.
In the bathroom.

When I leave, I'll leave my mark.
On the walls.
On the doors.
My name, my message, with the marker.
'Bye, Miss U :('
'I will miss you, always.'

But don't think it's limited to these marks.
There are some other stuff that I would do.
I'm gonna write 'Don't Forget Us'.
And I'll make sure you don't do too.

I'll lock the almirah, flush the keys.
Take off the plug outlet of the geyser.
Cut the wires, set them free.
Break the commode, it's just a teaser.

Mind if I shut all the doors from inside?
Giving you a hard time opening them up.
Sufficing my sadistic mental disability.
'Hostel assistant? Warden? Wassup?!'

I'll steal, I'll destroy and cause you wounds.
'Cause for no reason I'm angry at you.
Weren't you already annoyed when I was here.
So I'll leave some marks that stick like glue.

My boys, my pals and the days we had had.
Memorable to bits, their dedication to cue.
I'm gonna miss the times we spent.
(And how I secretly spoilt them too. ;) )
Tut Tut. * Sigh * 

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Copyright © Shivam Murari | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |


An omnipotent'd been ideated by militant clan,
Aeons tell how it put them through a social pace.
To set up abode or to relate races with astute plan,
God had its genesis;women-men needed it to seek solace.

As fact a woman conceives, is manifest
Man couldn't conceive of anything but God for law and lex.
Dyed-in-the-wool,they kept bending head for mending mind lest
They vex orders of war, worship and women for sex.

But missile killed gravid woman with faded hue,
Her baby survived in placenta of its mom of Gaza:
A whole race, policies, religion; yet nothing to rue,
As if all were busy computing to bring future bonanza.

No more sacred are our Temple and Church or Mosque and tomb.
Truth says:fetus Jesus'd been bestowed on Mary's womb!

Copyright © PRITHWISH MUKHERJEE | Year Posted 2014

Details | Villanelle |

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - Part III - 49

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – Part III - 49

The ONLY god there is Is there in your eyes
Close your eyes at sundown Who awaits at dawn
Infinite grandiose Multi-Verse never dies

Physico-chemical bio-logicalize
Infinitesimal these laws never born
The ONLY god there is Is there in your eyes

Are not players in the field fire and ice
Trillion thunder blasts gouge out space new-born
Infinite grandiose Multi-Verse never dies

The principle’s Yang/Yin or love turned to lies
If each living thing does not obey command
The ONLY god there is Is there in your eyes

Be not so vain as to think your god’s more wise
Just watch the Heavens toil and churn every dawn
Infinite grandiose Multi-Verse never dies

Nature has no need for mythic petty lies
Nothing humans cook up reflects Nature’s lawn
The ONLY god there is Is there in your eyes
Infinite grandiose Multi-Verse never dies

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015 

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |

Bicycle Beds

Written February 26, 2013

Its all this new slang
Got them banging their heads
Against their bicycle beds
And the foolhardy pledge 
To ride tricycles instead

We are the kings and queens
Of the wonderful yard
Of the street corner dancers
And panhandling bards

A generation will rise
So duck and cover your eyes
We're building up through the night
No need to put up a fight

Godspeed to those approaching death
They won't get to see
What we've got coming next
You'll faint from holding your breath

This cold case is closed
No need to stay in repose
To dwell on precious regrets
That are laced with vellocet

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

When The Gun Bangs

I stay in my own lane,
steering dry
of the train,
Don't care about
the fame,
Just trying to
make a name,
So when the gun
who lies in the aim?
who dies when it flames
Two lives in the drain,
Who dies from the pain,
Who cries from the gang
Who lies when detained
Who says they were framed 
from blowing out 
his brains
He's dead!
They exclaimed
Tears flowing from the sane,
The shooter is deranged
his new domain
But really who's to blame
Family crying from the pain
Funeral is not the same
Who will cry when they sang? 
That's when the gun bangs..

Copyright © Jesse Pickens | Year Posted 2014

Details | Villanelle |

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 37

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 36

All day long we kill to keep the home clean
Insecticides aerosols rat poison
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean

Down by the pond mosquitoes wake and preen
Time to send fighter jets by the dozen
All day long we kill to keep the house clean

Peeled apples for veg flies succulent wean
We spend week-ends choking every last one
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean

Kids we love but not the kind who boil spleen
So we sock the wife more than hard in the bun
All day long we kill to keep the home clean

At Antipodes some guys flex muscles lean
Call that homefront affront to smite them down
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean

What counts home comfort by all overseen
Secure society to foist nation
All day long we kill to keep the house clean
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean

©  T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

Swamp in the Sea

When your turn to fear us
Oh, how it descends

Just another day
To save these scars
How can I remedy
What’s way too far

It’s just a melody
So keep it strong

I just don’t know
Why everything has to go away
How do I stay
If there’s nothing more I can do

A rain ago
Too late to go

Dreary are the boats I sail
Lonely is the boat I am
Knocking, slamming into me
How can I worry, how can I be

Take a drive
Stay alive

They come fiercer in the night
Always knowing with running might
We can’t escape the flames now cast
We’re running from mistakes of past

Keep it simple
Stay nimble 

Can you win the war
If you chase your own tail
Try not to overthink it
That’s the secret

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |


Written July 31, 2012

Here she comes
Walking down the road
To a machine gun refinery
Where she just won't know
Where she's going
Down the path of pestilence
Or on the wings of resilience
"Lord I just don't know
Where I'm going"

Knocking on the door
Shoot to thrill screams
More more more
And she just don't know
If she can take it anymore
Should she keep knocking on the door
Or should she lay down her sword
"Lord I just don't know
Where I'm going"

When the sun rises tomorrow
I'll be drowning in my sorrow
Yet again I've killed a man
Defenselessly at that
Born and buried in a sea
That just becomes our memories
That we will never get to see
Because of our selfishness
Watch me closing in on death

Playing in my mind
Relentlessly at that
I guess it's my turn at bat
To finally see what I am
What I've become is not a man
Oh violins
Take me away
I'm a monster anyways

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |



“Oh death where is thy sting; 
Oh grave where is thy victory?”

Death’s stinging victory
is alive and well
in this land of Black America—
My country’s tears
from you and me swelling
rivers of flowing grief—self evidence 
that the only democracy Blacks will see
is in the equanimity of death—Death,
the common denominator
ensuring freedom at last in the streets
of home.

Where we were once invisible,
today it’s only our hands—
Hands no longer to rock cradles
Stilled in juxtaposition to the graves
of those indeed free at last;
hands no longer to embrace
in giving hugs of love—
Hands no longer to clasp
in prayers of thanksgiving.  

Now we must ever ponder
taking care in what we wish
in question as we sojourn the streets
of life in the home of the brave 
and the land of the free.

“Give me liberty or give me death…”
has gained a pre-ordained response:
Affirmative in the ‘or’—Assuring
freedom at last—Death makes
no distinctions—At least hands-wise.

Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |

Bloodbath in Parliment

Destiny stretches its twisted arms
patching together its wounded flesh
Mercy cries out with mere oblivion 
Watching it dragging  its impotent body
And slowly gasping  for breath.
Stupefied souls hanging on to shades of doubts
Erupts with an anxious shout
ridiculing the contemptuous house.
It roars, it bellows and it clamors
clenching its punch-less fist and pacing towards
the hopeless ditch while muttering angry words
as it heads towards the agonizing cliff.
Destiny kept tussling them around
Soon none of them were to be found
Roll call once, roll call twice  
they were out rolling  dice
Stripped of their jackets and ties
bow legs looking like mice
pants and shirts wrapped up in arms
While the danging beast stared reprehensibly
They have played the game for so long
And couldn't find a place where they belong
Empty seats lingering all around
Too scared to leave the desolate house
Destiny has ransacked their providence.

Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2016