Havoc
Intimate scrawls of thoroughbred warfare
Enough nitroglycerine to share
Carbonized misery intensely bleak
Cold caliber heat
Should we rampage
Or reap the sow
His skin slithers
As the wind howls
Dead eyes see enough
To weather and rust
Corpses lay limply
On crimson plains
No sporadic movement
No breath of complaint
How much evidence
Do the stains give away
Struggle for equality
With the epidemic of the age
We bow our heads
For soldiers now lost
Then interpret the world
Through the curtains of a holocaust
We roam like zombies
Eternal and alone
Instant judgment
For we cast the stone
Innocence polluted
By the perception of the pupil
Atomic bombs are launched
Over squabbles and scruples
Often we ingest
This tainted air
The corrosion of earth
From chemical warfare
Cold hands pried
Unhinged
Withering on the wing
Of the angel of death
Bless be masked
Disguised and obsessed
Earth is in the bowels of hell
And heaven is below
The gates are plundered
By stark white crows
That croak their hello’s
Halo’s act as cloaks
Deflect our proverbial horns
Gods are livid and alive
Vengeance for their scorn
A spider spins s sickly
Sweet silky web
An offense for survival
For he must be fed
Havoc is not conventional
Nor intentional
Merely eventual
poem by Pleasant Floyd
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