a walk with evil reveals a jungle overwrought
vines hang, bloody impasses stop
nothing
machete wings off innocence marching
a gun
he’s stirred two decades of atrocity
boiling weak bones
never unknown, we sniffed but yielded
blind eyes to blue fires
yes, finally, lock his cage
bury his key and gun, but
a right hand will raise in the name
of a rebel faction of religiosity
paint power red, white, blue or
purple
death remains ever clear,
one death shall not stop this
start that holds it roots in fear;
will you protest still if I ask to melt
your gold
throw your precious stone into muddy
water
keep your car at home,
assimilate, be the change
but,
remember our consuming thirst
a need to own infinity
builds a mighty fire that
burns long after that
one match.
wary of evils right hand
Posted by angela on 2012/03/09
http://yellowhousecafe.wordpress.com/2012/03/09/wary-of-evils-right-hand/
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kateshrewsday
/ 2012/03/09Those last five lines. I could learn them by heart and shout them from the rooftops; you put it beautifully.
a. m. f.
/ 2012/03/09we all should, Kate ~
Soma Mukherjee
/ 2012/03/10What a beautiful message
a. m. f.
/ 2012/03/11Soma, thank you so much for taking the time today to visit. ~ a
Andra Watkins
/ 2012/03/11Angela, I wish I could compose verse like this. Lovely. Haunting.