Gods on the rampage
Lying on this cold tomb stone
I cannot
even rage
Against
the memories
That rage
within me.
Memories
that have driven me
From home
to the relief camp,
And
thence to this cemetery.
I saw the
madness of gods
Dancing
in frenzied orgy
Over the
corpses of my offspring
Lying in
pools of hate and lust and greed.
The gods
are now ravaging
The
benumbed relief camps
Looking
for bombs in gruel pots.
Lying on
this cold tomb stone
I await
with dread in my bones
The
arrival of armed gods
To enlist
me in their creed.
PS. I wrote this poem many years ago. I don't remember how many years ago and what the occasion was. But it is so relevant even today.
Old style of blog form was comfortable for browsing your posts comparing to the present one ...hmm maybe I am wrong due to my own technical problems.
ReplyDeleteYou are right, I think. I changed the thing because of some young people. Interestingly those young people don't read it much :) I will go back to the classical style soon. Thank you.
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