I’m not very accomplished at writing about the problems of the world, I get far too angry and confused to write something sensible, but this poem is totally inspired by two of Tom Waits songs/words, “Make It Rain” and “Satisfied”.
The mind awakens to secret cannons shattering my bed.
All the violence of the worlds inside my head.
The killing and maiming of all the innocents who fled.
What happens when all the little lambs are slaughtered.
When the peoples of all religions and creed are dead.
And we can’t return the murdering bullets back into the barrel.
The backyard stairway is far too steep to climb.
The hand rails are way out of reach to find.
And the public change-room windows are covered with bars.
Now encircling the city hall, the security backdoor is ajar.
Entering the marble aisle, the White-room appears vacant.
And guileful leaders have run, leaving a chasm of gloomy dark.
Where to go, the healing house is full of ugly holes.
The citizens cowering in shadows behind splintered lighting poles.
And the crumbling streets are awash with rivers of leftover blood.
Now the warring bosses have to fight amongst themselves.
Throwing poison pens and paper darts at each other.
Never bruised nor battered, using ivory towers as cover.
The dusty mushroom cloud, slowly settles on the barren ground.
With the sands of distant lands, shifting into every nook and cranny.
We need the good Doctor, to help us cure these alien scourges.
And foreigners arriving upon waves of our neighbouring seas.
The deathly TV images, wrongly implanted for all to see.
As the Press only gossip and drivel with selfish glee.
The guns of freedom lands, haven’t even stopped the cull.
Death to friends or foe, no matter, to rulers from above.
Their only rules, the poor and weak to be kept totally down trodden.
One day the surviving meek shall inherit their radioactive dirt.
And the rich will feast upon their own contaminated bread.
And we’ll never return the murdering bullets back into the barrel.
Featured Image: Source, Wikipedia, mushroom cloud over Nagasaki, August 9th 1945…