No Chance for Peace
No chance for peace – Their declared stance!
Surprised I am not for they operate from a position of dominance
Their strong arm tactics elevated higher
By an ever increasing grouping of obedient tax-payers.
The populace, their wealth they pour
Into the furnace of an all consuming fire
Mesmerized by the flickering flame
Detached unless the implication strike home.
Not all are consumed by this flicker from Hades
The funeral pyre or the ashes made
Belief is held from those who scatter
Hope to wind, denying fuel for their fire.
© Calac
poem by Chris Lane
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