Look at the Mirror

Fear looking at the mirror
The lies, the deceptions
Stories that were told

Bloodhounds are running amok

‘The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;’ – WB Yeats

They come in ones, they come in twos
They come in hordes, they come in groups
Spears, knives and swords are old history
Now they all have guns to create misery
Knights they are not, bravery and chivalry is out the door
Cowards are they, they are not bothered by lore
They have supporters all around claiming guns don’t kill
Those politicians, masquerading righteous saints, up on the Hill
Shedding crocodile tears and observing moments of silence
When innocent lives are snuffed out by acts of dastardly violence
Bloodhounds are running amok emboldened by their backing
Innocence is the victim when pretentious fools refuse to enact ruling

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This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Eight

 

 

 

Shielding Innocence

All those who have travelled this path before
A secret written in invisible ink taken to the grave
Testimony to heart pure as snow, a blank slate
Most dangerous place, vulnerable to temptation
Those who are bitten once, on their guard
Silence seal their lips, guardian angels they are not
Bruised, battered hearts weeping silently
Eyes glazed, with a prayer on their hearts
To save innocence from clutches of Satan
God they play not,  hiding their pain
Hoping their struggles are not in vain
To shield innocence as best as they can

Their Place In Sunshine Today: Three Line Tales, Week 68

photo by Faustin Tuyambaze via Unsplash

Sea of freshly minted humanity unfurling waves of radiant hope for a rosy future

Let them enjoy their fifteen minutes of fame and their place in sunshine today

Before the world comes crashing down, robbing their innocence and trading their souls

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TLT Week 68

Inhibition

In the distance thunder rolls
Lightning pierces the sky
Rhythmic drumming of raindrops on the roof
Takes me back to my childhood

Wrong

WRONG!
What’s wrong is wrong
Whitewashing the wrong
Will not make it right
Why do we
Who seek the good of
World’s civil society
When in minority

Faded Yellow Brick Road

Somewhere beyond the rainbows
The yellow brick road has faded
Road littered with potholes
Does not lead back home
Munchkins still till the land
Pot of gold beyond reach
Scarecrow, Tin Man and Cowardly Lion
Lost their hearts
Wicked witches of east and west
Risen from their slumber
Intent on slandering
All Dorothys and Totos
Of this world
Emerald City full
With wolves and hyenas
Fangs ready to tear
Innocence from our hearts
Wizard has lost his ways
Road to Kansas
Full of perils
Silver slippers lost
Its powers
Tsunami of hatred
Dropped us
In the land of Death