Clouds of smoke billowed over ruined buildings
That once were homes safe and welcoming.
Schools where children were learning,
Hidden now from view by dust clouds billowing.
Out of the dust men came with guns began to fire,
Indiscriminate in who they killed mothers, fathers.
Such a wailing of grief rose to the sky above,
Whence no one cared or heard no love.
Who has the right to murder the seed of a nation,
And showing no conscience or even a tear,
Spreading death and abject fear,
There are no messiahs riding to rescue,
Andrew .p. mcintyre.
Indiscriminate bombardment will flow
with endless pigmented possibilities;
A cross of Penelope pop-socks and indigo;
Abstruse, the two primary colors;
It must be that brush of butterfly effect
the wild one pulled from under the covers;
Intangible to all but the one who strokes
the canvas with bubbling neon flames;
A smeared showpiece each drop stokes;
Quilted texture of poodle-prairie red
dances with lines of earthy caveman;
Stimulated Muse taunted, empowered;
Passion-ridden poppy colored hands
leave only the most elegant stain;
That backsplash born of bold badlands;
Lush hues of whimsical rain pour out
exiting the smallest tube on the table;
Children’s daydreams fall from it’s spout;
Behind perfectionism a child will lurk,
screaming at you to relax and have fun;
Who cares if it is pristine or patchwork?
Fly! Fly! Fly!
In the field of Reeds,
Walk through golden breeze,
Smell the scent of allure,
Clear sky and clearer mind.
Fate! Fate! Fate!
Promise me the world over,
Promise me you wouldn't leave the prey.
Destroy all I love.
Grant me intoxicated blithe.
And let the flies of fate rain glory.
Burn! Burn! Burn!
Drown me in the mud of flames,
Where no water could save the golden prey,
Where flames made prey water,
And water no more could hold power,
Until even mud rather burn
Than suffer the pain to quell
Die! Die! Die!
And vow to rest naught
Naught until you see them….. dead.
See the gold turn black,
See it rot, rats infest,
Flies of Fate!
All shall grow for you,
All must die for you,
And all is yours to rule,
All is yours to fool.
Eat it all.
And watch them cower.
Those who ever tried to stand up to you!
People with indiscriminate hugs
they’re full of false pleasantries;
Never a thought when out of sight
it’s nothing but a formality;
They’re full of false pleasantries,
I’m too tired to fight go on lie;
It’s nothing but a formality,
that gesture is empty with no words;
I’m too tired to fight go on lie;
Never a thought when out of sight;
That gesture is empty with no words,
people with indiscriminate hugs.
A Missile Flew
I saw a missile fly over head
Eighteen injured and six dead
An apartment’s dark holes
Collapsed floors, beds on the edge
Licked by orange flames
And black tongues of smoke
Like a dragon peering out from a cave
Unimaginable terror, nowhere to hide
The safest place in the world
Your home, decimated, walls shattered
And peeled open like a tin.
Under orders, without thought
He pressed a button and heard the roar
As the missile soared into the sky
Knowing his actions would at least
Cause distress and destruction
And the best scenario, death of
People he would never know.
Parents of children, who will
Now grow as orphans or die
As memories to a few.
Not a second thought, tea with
The guys below, biscuits with the
Crew. Back on deck, another
Missile flew.
David Cox 23/04/22
Butterfly on my window ledge,
So still you lie.
Did you know when you stopped to rest;
You would never again fly,
That silken wings that always carried you,
Now so paper dry
Would be clipped forever-
That you had laid down to die?
You have touched one with your passing
Pretty insect as in peace you lie.
Blue bottle,nasty thing on my ledge,
So still you lie.
Who cares that death has clipped your wings;
That you no longer fly.
Your ugly foreboding body
Incessantly buzzing by
Now stopped forever-
When you made your last sigh.
None will mourn your passing
Yet in peace now you lie.....
In life beauty and ugliness does compare
So prejudice creates inequality.
Discrimination can make of things unfair.
With death there is no partiality.
Death never favours
Death does not discriminate between
Saints and sinners
losers and winners
Princes and paupers
followers or leaders
Dependents or
breadwinners
The fatter or thinner
Those who over ate of life's banquet
and those who austerely skipped its dinner.
Or the healed and the healers
the kinder or the meaner
The angels of death almost acting
as finders keepers
Today to lie in shrouds and coffins
yesterday's pall bearers
But many sigh with relief
when it kills the killers
It's upto us to part from the world
as loved good doers
Ah death may just knock
at anybody's lock.
Death is indiscriminate
yet curse it not
for it's a mere transition
to another new more perfect world
We didn't enjoy
coming into this world either
judging from all that bawling we did as newborns
When we're born we cry
but our folks happily rejoice
but we don't when we die
when our folks weep in mourning voice.
As human bones upon death gather dust
and are merged and lost in the earth's crust
The souls fly to heaven coz they must.
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