From ashes of pain, true leaders rise,
Forged in struggle’s unyielding cries.
Yet now, from gilded thrones of greed,
False prophets spawn, with lies they breed.
They weave deceit, a cunning art,
To hijack souls and rend the heart.
Using hired blades and looted dimes,
They buy men to side their evil dreams
Behind a flag, their falsehoods creep,
While nation bleeds and victims weep.
they wear a tearful mask in public to trap
They toast with scorn still pretend saints ,
They preach of pride, to draw borders red,
holding nationalism drawing swords ,
With gods they raise divisive flags,
demanding more blood for their political zigzags.
Their minions sow yet viler lies,
To reap the votes that death devise.
As tears cascade through broken towns,
They laugh on stages holding cruel schemes.
Categories:
viler, corruption, political,
Form: Free verse
J-ay is a good son,
A-lways respecful of elder;
Y-earning to gladly obey,
S-ubmitting to his father.
O-n May twenty-third morn, although it's his birthday;
N-ever will the parent be dismayed by son Jay.
O-ne good son is Jay,
C-ourteously responding to his mother;
H-e politely follows her,
A-lthough the clime gets viler.
V-ery civil and well-bred, the kid shall become better man;
E-ven though other children rebel, Jay is indeed a good son.
Categories:
viler, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
Every night is Halloween
When ghastly ghost hovers near
I toss and turn in my dream
For I know the fiend I fear
Goblins and ghouls have no chance
I scare them all back to hell
Yet, one thing is viler still
I know its evil full well
Every night I shut the door
I shake while I lay in bed
For soon the door is ajar
A form hovers by my head
A eerie glow fills the room
Familiar breath on my face
Fingers slide over my lips
Unseen hands my body trace
Every night your ghost appears
You, who to my heart are DEAD
You come not as fearsome ghoul
But as angel to my bed
Your lies now you whisper sweet
“I am moved by love not lust!”
Yet I feel your groping hands
Stroking away broken trust
My bed is aflame with heat
You tricked, now you want a treat
I know your wishes full well
To bring to life passion sweet
I tremble in morbid fear
For you have come to possess
I buried your cheating heart
But ghost fingers now caress
You linger over my form
Your presence so very real
The night moves in ghostly charm
Every touch and kiss I feel
Morning light breaks through the night
I awake alone and bare
Halloween, my every night
Your scent lingers in the air.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
viler, halloween,
Form: Quatrain