Fruit of Death

Rotten                                               2/23/2016

Can you see

The rotten fruit

Hanging from the tree

Dripping putrid hate

Poisonous and dead.

A ghastly sight

Repulsive and empty

The skeletal fingers

Swaying in the wind. 

The dead tree speaks

And calls to the fruit

A dead prophet of doom

Blood thirsty for murder.

The innocent sleep

Because they have 

Never been warned

Trusting and young

Vulnerable and old. 

A tragedy of nameless victims

Unreported and unheard

Asleep in eternity

In the here

And the now.

Buried or burned

Unheralded and unremembered

The victims blamed

And hatred excused. 

Without monuments

And without protest

Cut, crushed, or battered,

Savaged, beaten, and raped.

The endless names

No one dares speak

As if defending your family

Could ever be a sin.

Evil never sleeps

And evil has no shame

Always watching 

And waiting.  

Let them go hungry 

And die in their blood

Eaten away 

From the inside out.  

He is coming 

And he is near 

Now more than ever

Wake up, and hear.