he storm within seeks an outlet to simmer down,
But Caesar wasn’t enough for the conspirators.
They want more blood, as a cat taunting its catch,
Don’t let the fires chew up the browning pages
Where once sordid tales told the willing student
Of what would come this way, or that way, the wages
Of right, wrong; the way of the vile, of the prudent
“Don’t be afraid, for I am with you….”
Whispers floating to my cowering ears
To persuade me to cast away the fears
That gang up to jail-bar my attention.
The electrons rush down their path, Reacting to my finger pressure on buttons. It’s all by chance. I hit the…
At Pompeii’s feet, sprawled is the victor,
Ironically repenting for his actions past.
And the people, confused and totally unsure
How to continue the game with the dice he cast
What has been the darkest period in this?
24/10/2020? Or the baby in the bubbling oil?
Or the beheaded teacher, or the beheaded cop?
Or the razed villages, or Ngarbuh, or
Fake dialogue, or refusal to bring peace?
The calligraphy of incensed smoke fills my thoughts,
Staring at his mouth calling my aunts and uncles
Who seek a slab over my unbreathing head.
Is this where dreams all come to die? Where the
Maker warned we will be misled into cavorting with Evil?
God says it Humans write it Humans comment on it They reach consensus on it God sends one to bind…
I watch you go again: you never learnt to stop!
Nature set you back, the roads with vile treacherous trap
Tried to take the clock
But you never take a knock,
You never say enough, you give and give, but never give up.
Cool air rushes round my feet, as I side-step
My precious lawn. Nature and I collaborate
To heal the future, and watch it elaborate.
But the clouds suddenly shift and the peeping sun,
Like a Netflix nightmare,