exploringtheparadox · March 13, 2018 · 2015, Poetry · Poem · No Comments
Hear this
The silence
God to bless this
This violence
Conflagration
In the heart
Of a blessed
Nation
Damnation
Spare your rod
Consternation
No will to continue
A Wrought iron
Gated community
Fists of hickory
Violence with impunity
Calloused hands
Grip the rifle
Two grey pools
From which a calloused soul stares
Blessed be another day
In hell
A community hand in hand
Walks the fire
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