The NY EBS
There is talk of war.
There is rumor and propaganda.
There is concern and worry.
No one wants to die.
No one wants to die,
for no reason at all.
Where is the positive
in that death,
the "heroic" story... ?
There is none, and will never
be any, except the misery, and pain
without gain for any man, or woman... alive.
Commercials on the air,
New York despair,
put your head down, to the ground...
as you hear the pound, pound, pound!
While you are there...
pray for one another,
and before your last breath include
peace among and for ALL!
Duck and cover in the 50s
seems like child's play now.
All the players are all grown up.
They have become big fish too,
in their small freshwater ponds
scattered around the world.
Size matters because a splash felt there,
will be felt here, before the end of days.
No one will escape.
There are no survivors,
only the remainders,
on their knees before God.
Asking not for mercy,
as they know it is far beyond that point,
racking up the number they killed.
Asking instead for grace, in desperation,
before the nations fall to the dogs.
Justification,
I have not a bit.
Infatuation,
led me down the path!
She consumed my thoughts.
Powerless was I,
a husk of a man,
Crushed by desire,
unsure of myself.
Perhaps I'm a fool,
falling in lust
with such a strange girl.
Intoxicating,
mesmerizing eyes!
Long flowing black hair.
I lived in pleasure,
took too many risks!
I stood at the brink,
where death awaited.
Need held me in place,
the curse of wanting.
A glint in her eyes,
as knife plunged deeply.
All that had been mine,
now belonged to him!
I fell off the cliff,
free from her at last!
Written November 13th for Edward Ebs Contest. I hope I got it right Ed.
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