Stop
Fear growing a maggot inside your brain. Strangling the future stillborn / poetry / tw: brutal/genocide
How it must be to live your whole life
under a monstrous shadow.
To have no hope for today
even less for tomorrow.
Looming ungraceful
the shadowing grey.
To be the damned
Every damned day.
Splayed tortured trees
spilling cancrous roots
where once stood your home
and heritage orchards.
Rivers stagnant.
Pooling.
Poisoned with corpses
No way forwards.
No retreat.
Glued to the spot
life-triple-tapped
then like a tap, turned off.
And in the distance
the sparkling
unobtainable sea.
Now a mockery.
Fear growing
a maggot inside your brain.
Strangling the future
stillborn.
Torn and chewed umbilical chords
back room boys playing
a sonata of pain.
Crabapple sour migraine.
Thumping and fumbling
against invisible chains
No knowing the way
when all exits are blocked.
Here at the gates
padlocked.
On the inside.
Total life gridlock.
Walls looming high, pockmarked
Non-conformist feet dancing
‘rat a tat tat’ in thin air.
Fodder for the graves, waiting
ghosts beckoning there.
The dead prone on the rubble
burying their children again
and again and again.
A conveyor belt of death…
Remember?
Brass necked buttonholed guards
with hard on excitement
and glittering eyes.
Fever rabid and frothing
wolves in wolves clothing.
Insignia roaming
the streets after curfew
looking for any old underdog.
To put down and punish.
Insanity skewed laughter
febrile and delighting
in frightning their brothers.
perps branded like Cain
wearing it with pride.
Opportunistic rapists
murderers saluting their Chief
in his high, mighty tower.
Untouchable above.
A magnitude of sadism callously
whipping in his villainous guard dogs
fed on the living dead
bled out on the stretcher.
sausage meat links
plaited with casuistry
casually twisted
for pleasure.
No horizon visible
yet spies
on every street corner
camera obscura
palantir stone
no privacy.
No dignity.
Satellite drone parked overhead.
Tracking the bone sucking marrow
Babylon babies born to serve:
stricture structure scripture
Plunder.
Bludgeoning heads
stones and threats
thrown in the street
by the blind and complicit
“We never saw it coming”
History would like to differ.
Cowardly masses
Councils and committees
national interests
oh what a pity
Too busy scrolling
saving their own necks
from the grinder
to stand up together
en masse
And Shout:
“STOP!”
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this is unapologetically brutal…but then so is genocide, not sorry, Sea 🖤
Top Photo by Mohammed Ibrahim on Unsplash
Photo 2 by Dylan Shaw on Unsplash
Excellent imagery throughout.