Gulag style

Ready or not                                           1/15/2016                                  

I saw the snake

And the snake saw me

So I cut off its head

And threw it away.

The match hits the powder keg

And it’s all blown away

Everything we knew

Gone in a day.

Long ago infiltrated

And long ago dead

The dried out husk

Collapsing inward

And burned away.  

Sleep not with a snake

Lest you be bitten

Convulsed in pain

Foolish and dumb.

A predatory reptile

That does what it does

Always watching

And waiting.  

The beasts are no different

And you can see it in their eyes

Increasingly brazen

And out for blood. 

Bolder and bolder

They no longer conceal

Who they blame

And wish to kill. 

Beneath the surface

The greatest horror transpires

Changing hands, and changing places

The means and the plan.

Cut, beaten, and savaged

The good are slaughtered like prey

Blamed  by the guilty

With a smile on their face. 

Come down the fire   

And consume them all

Trapped by their lies

And covered in shame.  

It does not matter

Who fears death

Because it comes anyway

The moment of which

No man can say. 

And some may not

But some others will

Unafraid of terror

And willing to