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.