Let it burn

Let it burn, like the gaping wound,

as scarlet tears yearn to fuse a land

divided, deluded, ruined

through the unjust rule of a white hand, 

one kneel to the ground in protest 

in spite laid back as the flip of time's sand

never ceases. 1992, gone west,

disgrace upon disgrace, slavery gone

but never can hard won freedoms rest

when the fight is still young, 

justice excruciatingly far from done. 

Ooze, schmooze, ruse

Can you see it?

the stochastic ooze?

Alas, not my bleeding head

as I lambaste the wall.

No.

It's their lies,

and the void into which they schmooze;

grey matter no sponge

for the willing.

The noise;

the bluster;

merely a ruse.

The Coronavirus Chronicles #8 - The Wail of a Weeping World (Ignorance in the Sun)

 

The tempest hisses back its spit-laden rage,

terracotta buckles in its wake,

scolds this land whose bluster

is met with forceful retribution.

Many panes have rattled

since the last gasps of Blitzkrieg ailed,

none the better judged,

the inhabitants

no longer know

the scratch of malnourishment,

the gall of a trench,

the tearing of flesh,

the grit of the fight.

Worse than forgotten;

reduced to vacant vectors

they fill the air,

curse the streets,

proclaim this is their freedom won,

ignorant in the bank holiday sun.

Too late this wail of a weeping world

when the damage is already done.

The Coronavirus Chronicles #7 - Was it fever or drunkenness?

Was it fever

or drunkenness?

In doubt,

in vain,

I barricade the door.

Cummings and conspiracies

Insidious, these aphids

appear green as the stem,

shaped like promising buds,

trail their sweet honeydew:

deceived, the ants lap it up,

ignorant of them sucking at sap,

draining phloem, spitting disease.

It takes hold. Rusted leaves

yellow and curl at the tip,

wither.

Spring meets her premature death.

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Just noticed I spelled deceived incorrectly in the picture! What a daft language English is.

Where rainbows fly

Where rainbows fly

proudly

is where I want to be,

strewn across the sky

for all

not merely constitutionally.

I would manifest prisms,

sunbeams

scattered into jubilant stripes,

then every window pane

would know

what it was to hide in the light.