Saturday, March 29, 2014

Storms


By Gus Victoria

Storms of inequity
Rage across the weary land,
Raising crops of scorn
Reaped by ghosts,
Dreams sustain
Frail hope,
The scythe of justice
Rusts unused,
Fear rains down
Upon unsheltered heads,
Decree and doctrine drive
The fools fit for slaughter
That cry for death,
Sowing salt where they fall,
Armies grown corpulent
On rotted ideas
Of perverted ideals
Spread the glorious chaos
Of a nation in flames,
Scorching all it sees
That it cannot sell.

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