Accusing God of one's misfortunes is the epitome of ignorance!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 July 2019
you locked
up shadows
in old chests
with rusty hinges
and ramshackle fittings
those fields of tulips
seemed steeped
in blood & the weight
a thousand years
suspended from
ropey tendrils swathed
in straw , live twine
the poplars wresting
sudden gales from
the coast
their tall outlines
accusing the ochre wastes
beyond and the striated
skies while swathes
of linnets sweep by
screechings , wings aflutter
hastening the dusk
premonitions of thunder head
down the headlands streaming
The unthinking begins again
watching a lunar
explosion.
The smallest droplet:
I never had any agenda,
holding on to emptiness.
A dark jumps out at me.
I push the light
forward?
to see your face, O
invisible. Where the road
ends ? I want to start
my new journey, unloading
the accumulated wealth
of erudition.
Satish Verma
when the “dignitary,”
the president or the lesser puppet
stands down from their post
to “write” their book &
blab on the lecture circuit,
those who remember the bloodshed
of which their administrations
were responsible
make their way to the front
to grab the mic & point the finger
at the figurehead of
atrocity,
the button pushing, torturous
unfeeling robots,
who continue to lead our world
into
catastrophe---
these war criminals will not be
exemplified at another
Nuremberg,
for there will never be another---
s/he gains immunity from the
world’s ability to imprison them &
keep them from profiting after
they leave their post,
by the shaking of the bloody & dirty
hands
of their crony counterparts,
those co-conspirators
in the quest to keep elite order
as the rest of us fester---
but when one sees them in public,
when one speaks up against them,
the words flowing from your mouth
will be caught on all the phone video
cameras
in the audience &
their slimy reactions will also be seen,
then being broadcasted on the net---
so keep up the good work!
your finger pointed in disgust inspires
the rest of us!
accusing eyes judge busy tongues wag-young virgin shy carries God’s Son
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Note: #5 in a series of 24 Monokus reflecting the holy season of Christmas!
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