Trembling Terror
covering the heavens
raining down the blood
of innocents.
The Hammering fist
protest with strength
hanging those to the walls
with nailing fingers
who (also) preach hatred.
Pointed to the faults,
differences of a plea
with prejudice.
Words, sharp razors
cutting the air
silencing the weak
their side
of a multiple truth.
Suffocating,
become the bloody streets
of a once free world.
we slash through
the veils of fear,
misdirection
to find back our way.
Terror for terror.
Where there should be
Love for Love.
I want to bury the hatchet
instead of the flesh
and bones.
©Ranting Crow2014-’16
This is just something I wanted to write. The whole issue that is staining the world is taking on crazy and large proportions and start to effect those innocents around us. I am happy to be able to talk openly and learn from friends and a lovely lady on this. Princess, I thank you.
ANd then there are also the hate crimes that should stop. We are better than this, right?
Ranting Crow 