A blog about whatever randomosity my fevered mind conceives.

We

We let the angels die…

We plucked their feathers one by one

And dropped them in the muck.

We bent and bashed and broke their halos;

Tarnished them with the blood of purity;

And stood aside to laugh as heaven crumbled

At our feet.

We dazzled the slaves…

We painted pretty pictures on glowing screens

And watched them dance to the tune of envy.

We taunted them with the glittering baubles of dreams;

  Fed them desire like plump little oysters;

And watched them scramble like ants

To dig their own graves.

We raped the crops…  

We reaped hope and pride and freedom from the fields

And used the bounty to line our filthy pots.

We gobbled up the stew like squealing pigs;

letting the juices dribble down our ample chins;

And grinned like feral wolves at the hungry

Who withered as we feasted.

We suffocated wisdom…

We clipped the wings on words, dipped them in the tar

and laid a hush on all the little soldier bees.

We drank down knowledge like nectar;

Sponging it from the minds of our youths;

And celebrated with drunken glee in the streets

As ignorance was born.

We savaged idealism…

We tortured thought and aspiration for change   

And strapped them in our pillories.

We provoked the rise of unquestioning conformity;  

Demanding allegiance and loyalty from all;

And watched with wicked delight as the drones

Pursued order like sheep.

We manufactured warriors…

We gave them the power of fire to hold in their hands

And trained them to destroy without consideration.

We watched them gather sick and scarred and broken;

Tortured them for crimes against humanity;

  And we turned with deaf ears to show them our backs

As we walked away

We birthed pandemonium…

We waged wars in the false name of freedom

And stole the tiny children to lock away in our steel cages.

We charged the people of the world;

A quarter a head to visit our menagerie;

Then berated them for gaping at the

Treasures of our greed.

We let the angels die…

We plucked their feathers one by one

And dropped them in the muck.

We bent and bashed and broke their halos;

Tarnished them with the blood of purity;

And stood aside to laugh as heaven crumbled

At our feet.

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7 responses

  1. lookingforapurpose

    A very moving poem indeed. You write very well good lady……..

    don’t stop….

    March 3, 2012 at 3:01 pm

    • Thank you so much!

      March 3, 2012 at 3:02 pm

      • lookingforapurpose

        Always a pleasure to read you 😉

        March 3, 2012 at 3:03 pm

      • You have no idea how great it makes me feel to hear that.

        March 3, 2012 at 3:04 pm

      • lookingforapurpose

        Good, i hope i can do it again sometime. 🙂

        March 3, 2012 at 3:09 pm

  2. The perspective of a demon? *wondering*

    March 3, 2012 at 11:13 pm

    • hmm… actually I wrote this through the eyes of corrupt ‘human’ politicians as they looked back from a bleak (imagined) future and recounted their contributions in creating a world where atrocities reigned, greed ran rampant and free speech was extinct. It’s different, I know, but it’s like a political statement against things I feel are wrong with our world. But… it could have just as likely been looking through the eyes of demons.

      March 4, 2012 at 8:45 am

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