my MIND is of blood, coal fires, so many
deaths — aquilon as a warm blanket across
my heart — with no image of hate nor
vengeance! Oh, never!
And yet corrupt souls embrace it.
politicians, high priests, and
A common soul; a common person controls
the fate of all things. And who wishes
blood? Blood flowing through the streets?
If so, if so, then my soul wishes war;
vengeance; terror! for the children and
women who are slain for this madness!
As nations writhe in its bite:
enough of emperors and calloused kings.
so be it if we shall be crushed
so be it if America and great nations
vanish. The voice of an any poet shall
spread vengeance across cities and over
:: 08.31.2020 ::